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.

Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

W. B. Yeats - 1865-1939

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