jeudi 3 juillet 2014

Parce que c'est mon préféré.


He wishes for the cloths of heaven

Had I the heavens' embroised cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and half light,
I would sprad the cloths under your feet :
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feets ;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

William Butler Yeats