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.