Poetry : Part 1

In an effort to stop with all the politics talk, I am presenting my first installment of "Citizen Willow's Favorite Poetry". For your consideration, my very favorite poem. I invite comment. For me, this is all about the first four lines. I believe it to be the most beautiful four lines ever written in the English language. I admit, the second four lines are a little sappy.


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, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.