Saturday, June 23, 2012
Tread Softly
He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by William Butler Yeats. 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.
Tags: Cheers
Louis Comfort Tiffany: Treasures from the Driehaus Collection @ Northwest Museum of Arts & Culture
Tuesdays-Sundays, 10 a.m.-5 p.m. Continues through Feb. 13
© 2021 Inlander
