I Have Spread My Dreams Under Your Feet

Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

by

W.B. 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,  

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;  

I have spread my dreams under your feet;  

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.