He Wishes For The Clothes Of Heaven
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.
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