Ryan Hanson's Poetry

  • 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.

     

     

    W. B. Yeats