TO THINE OWN SELF
part one — spring, 1011...

' he wishes for the cloths of heaven '
W.B. YEATS

had i the heavens' embroider 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 dreams;
i have spread my dramas under your feet;
tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

CAIR PARAVEL IS PERFECT
FOR A SPRINGTIME WEDDING,
DON'T YOU THINK?