The Cloth of Heaven  
               - William Butler Yeats    

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 upon my dreams.  

William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)