HAD I the heavens embroidered cloths,
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
Of night and light and the half-light,
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
