"So Sally can wait
She knows it's too late as we're walking away
Her soul slides away
But don't look back in anger, I heard you say."
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- HollyG
- I'm a girl plagued by wanderlust, newly relocated to the west coast, who often feels like she's living in a Victorian novel-- one complete with headstrong heroines, handsome (but wounded) heroes, and a madwoman in the attic. (kidding!)
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He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
Author: William Butler Yeats
Online Poetry at PoetryFeast.com
HAD I the heavens’ 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 the 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.
Author: William Butler Yeats
Online Poetry at PoetryFeast.com
1 comment:
*sigh* Love that Oasis song (and the Morning Glory album) we used to listen to it in the car repeatedly!
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