Saturday, 7 May 2011
He Wishes For The Cloths of Heaven
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;
you tread on my dreams.
This is the poem that I love above all others. You'll notice that the title of my novel 'Of Night and Light' comes from it. If ever I'm feeling distressed in any way, this is what I turn to.
I wanted to share it with you.