Poem: Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W. B. Yeats

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.