Una poesia di Yeats

W.B. Yeats – “He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven” HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,Enwrought with golden and silver light,The blue and the dim and the dark clothsOf night and light 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 under… Continua a leggere Una poesia di Yeats