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He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by W. B. Yeats

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, … Continue reading

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