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, 'He Wishes For The Cloths of Heaven'
One day I will do a piece of beautiful artwork embroidered around a hand-calligraphed rendition of this poem as a gift to myself and a reminder of what I must do for my students. But that will be for when I have time.
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