He wishes for the cloths of heaven
Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought wtih golden and silver light,
the blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and of 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