Чудеса там, где в них верят, и чем больше в них верят, тем чаще они случаются.
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.
(c) William Butler Yeats

@темы: Стихотворения