Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths

Enwrought with golden and silver light

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-lignt,

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.




  - William Butler Yeats -