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.