Had I the heaven’s 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:
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
- W.B. Yeats, "He wishes for the cloths of heaven"
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