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.
And here's a sunset too ....
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There's nothing like browsing a bookshop, tea in hand. Have fun distracting yourself with your books, sounds divine to me.
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