He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

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.