Sometimes I just want to share a favorite poem. These mean so much to me, and I am half joyful, half jealous that they can mean something to someone else, too. But if I can be the one to introduce you to it, then I am two thirds joyful. If I had understood my stats lecture this week I could tell you the probability of those two events, but instead I give you the wistful pleading of Yeats.
Aedh Wishes for the Clothes 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.