Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

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.

Mais tu sais, je suis pauvre et mes rêves sont mes seuls biens. Sous tes pas j'ai déroulé mes rêves, Marche doucement car tu marches sur mes rêves.

Rien Ne Se Perd, Rien Ne Se Crée, Tout Se Transforme.