He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
WB 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.
他祈望天国的绣锦
倘我有天国的绣锦，
穿梭着金丝银线，
那蔚蓝，青，黝的绣锦
映着夜，日，暮光的斑澜，
我当铺这绣锦在你脚下：
而我， 贫微， 唯有织梦；
织梦在你脚下；
邀你轻踏， 轻踏入我的织梦。
