Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
golden silver
Enwrought with and light,
The and the and the cloths
blue dim dark
Of night and light and the half-light,
I w o u l d s p r e a d t h e c l o t h s
under your feet:
But I,
being poor,
have only my dreams;
I have s p r e a d my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because
you
tread
on
my
dreams.