A poet, a woman, a poem

I'm rediscovering my love for literature, perhaps a gut reaction for the hell of weeks ahead being in law school and teaching world history, Asian studies and Probability and Statistics to my students at my employer.

Here's William Butler Yeat's "Aedh wishes for the Clothes 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.

Interesting how this poem was dedicated by Yeats to Maud Gonne -- his love for her almost drove him mad.