Tread Softly ...

Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths,

Inwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and the light and the half light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet;

But being poor have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

- Yeats