"poetry (not mine, just some favourites )" by angelis

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Had I heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
the blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread my cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams:
I have spread my dreams under your feet.
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

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W.B. Yeats

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Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

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Stevie Smith