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.