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.