William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

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. 

1. The Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Water
2. The Rose of Peace
3. The Ballad of Father Gilligan
4. The Rose of Battle
5. Мудрость приходит с годами • The Coming of Wisdom with Time

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