He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens’ embroider’d 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.