The Language of Water
Had I the heavens embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden, and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
of night, and lights and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I being poor have only my dreams
I have spread my dreams at your feet;
tread softly, because you tread on my dreams
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