“Cloths of Heaven”

 

Aedh wishes for the Cloths of Heaven   

 by W.B. Yeats 

          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.