He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by William Butler Yeats
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,
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, under your feet, under your feet
I would spread the cloths
under your feet, under your feet, your feet
under your feet, your feet
But I, being poor, have only my dreams, my dreams
But I, being poor, have only my dreams, my dreams
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, tread softly, tread softly, tread softly,
Tread softly, tread softly, tread softly, tread softly,
Tread softly, tread softly, tread softly, tread softly,
Tread softly Tread softly, tread softly tread softly,
because you tread
on my dreams.