It is one of the great poems of W.B. Yeats, He Desires the Fabrics of Heaven embodies one of the most beautiful, sincere and moving declarations of love in universal poetry. It was written by W.B. Yeats for the love of his life, Maud Gonne, however, the last two verses of the poem resonate, perhaps eternally, in all those who joyfully offer the most sincere part of themselves, the only tribute that love demands, made of a material as resistant, as exquisitely indefatigable as it is fragile when exposed in vain.
That's a problem of livig in the third wold. Without money.
