Killruddery House Wedding Story
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.
– W. B. Yeats
Masons, when they start upon a building,
Are careful to test out the scaffolding;
Make sure that planks wont slip at busy points,
Secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints.
And yet all this comes down when the jobs done
Showing off walls of sure and solid stone.
So if, my dear, there sometimes seem to be
Old bridges breaking between you and me
Never fear. We may let the scaffolds fall
Confident that we have built our wall.
– Seamus Heaney