LEMON LIME, OH TANGELO

An ever increasing caravan of camels!
FEEL FREE, TO TALK TO ME!
(That rhymed, yay!)
 
He 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.
 

William Butler Yeats