the master of my sea
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with the golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...
Не моё, есличо
Enwrought with the golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...
Не моё, есличо

угу))) He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven, to be exact
You will have my balalaika)))
Ась?
Emily Waters
I'm not trying anything - if I were, I would find a better way to do that than quoting Yeats
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