plunged in shadow.
Drops of violet water
and raw sunlight
floated up with your scent.
climbed up from your buds
thrilling my eyes and my life."
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.