Aedh 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.
The black dog comes with its mocking whine,
Sits in the heart and intertwines
Itself within each act and breath,
Each empty curse, each drooping dream.
The black dog’s ears are stopped with wax.
The black dog simply cannot hear
Your words of ruth and reprimand
Your gentle smiles, or worse, your tears.
Only one thing does it fear,
One voice only makes it flee.
Surely a kind god gave it us –
The memory of mortality.