He wishes for the cloths of Heaven
By William Butler 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
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