I watched Equilibrium for the first time in quite awhile the other night, and I had forgot that the last 3 lines of this great Yeats poem were central to the story. So, the poem’s entirety is posted below.
He 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.
Now playing: Serra, Eric – [Leon #18] Ballad for Matilda [foobar2000 v0.9.6.1]