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.
William
Butler Yeats
