> 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.

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This #WBYeats poem is 1 of 2 texts #ChrisKillip's #InFlagrante, #JohnBerger says in #UnderstandingAPhotograph