He
Wishes For The Clothes of Heaven
HAD
I the heaven’s embroider cloths,
Enwrought
with golden and silver light,
The
blue and the dim and the darks 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;
Treat
softly because you tread on my dreams.
William
Butler Yeats
