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.