Had I the heaven`s 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.

W B Yeats
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