Saturday Poem – He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

I have always loved this poem – I first came across it while reading The Mennyms, when Albert reads it to Pilbeam and the family realises to their horror that the two are falling in love.  There is such a sense of longing in the words – a very beautiful declaration of love.

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 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.

William Butler Yeats

For past Saturday Poems, take a look at the archive in Poetry Please.

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2 thoughts on “Saturday Poem – He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

  1. Thank you for this choice, I knew the last line (it’s quite famous and oft quoted) but I didn’t know its origin.
    Seeing the last line in context totally changes its meaning. I always thought it was a warning for how you should treat other people’s wishes and aspirations, now I know it is an expression of romantic feelings (I think!)

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