HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths, <br />Enwrought with golden and silver light, <br />The blue and the dim and the dark cloths <br />Of night and light and the half-light, <br />I would spread the cloths under your feet: <br />But I, being poor, have only my dreams; <br />I have spread my dreams under your feet; <br />Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-wishes-for-the-cloths-of-heaven/
