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 will spread the cloths under your feet;
But I, beeing 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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