Wednesday, 25 January 2012

Thought

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced - even a proverb is not a proverb till your life has illustrated it.
John Keats

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

Read it, absorb it, imagine it, its lovely.

Had I the heaven's 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.
W B Yeats
Daffydd