He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with gold and silver light,
The blue and the dim and 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