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 ant 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 fee,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
~William Butler Yeats
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