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

Places in our memories

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If I could choose my landscape
Of memorable things, my landscape
Of lonely Autumn,
I would choose, I would steal this street
That is previous to me and to all.

She returns my useless gaze,
The one of fifteen or twenty years ago
When the green home was poisoning the sky.
For that reason it is cruel to leave it in this sunset
With so many balconies as lonely nests
And so many steps hoped more than ever.