July 27, 2014 by NS
Based on 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, have only my cats;
I have spread my cats under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my cats.