He Wishes For The Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of the night and the 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
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