仙锦兮蜀绣 金丝银缕兮若流光 云经兮霞染 夜纱兮月纺 偶得之兮被所伫 忽觉醒兮不寤 发予梦兮褥其庭 哀此情兮徐行
叶芝
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.
W B Yeats
