I would spread the cloths under your feet:
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night andlight and the half light,
Had I the heavens embroidered cloths,
Tread softly becauseyou tread on my dreams.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Aedh Wishes For The Clothes Of Heaven
