[Purple Monkey]

Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with gold and silver light,
The blue and dim and the dark cloths,
Of night and light and the half-light,
Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
I'd lay them at your feet,
But I, being poor, have only my dreams,
I have laid my dreams at your feet.
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Irish poets, in my opinion, are the best in the world. Who can forget dear Padraig Pearce? (The beauty of the world hath made me sad...)

That was really nasty, that article. Perhaps that man should read the book.

Purple "Arise, and go to Inisfree" Monkey