Had I the heaven’s 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.
W. B. Yeats
I am enjoying the pub motto. Great choice.
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Great pub too. Thanks.
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Love a bit of Yeats, Andrew. 🙂 🙂
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It is good stuff Jo!
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What a beautiful poem!
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I have only read any Yeates since the visit to Sligo, it’s good stuff.
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