He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven, ?
by W.B.Yeats.(1865-1939）
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.
四個月，送給你拇泛，也是警醒我自己。
