T R E A D S O F T L Y
D i u s C o r v u s
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.
--William Butler Yeats; "He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven"