Yeats v V.E.M

Tread Sofltly

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

-Yeats

Had I the heavens’ penned eloquence
Enwrought with love and honesty I might,
Tearless with the ink’s marked presence
Hold you unblemished in open sight,
Buried to mark morality’s defeat,
For each dried drop of blood, tear I stream
So you may wake to tread on our warm street,
But life won’t let you tread our laid down dream.

-V.E.M