"HAD I THE HEAVENS' EMBROIDERED CLOTHS

ENWROUGHT WITH GOLDEN AND SILVER LIGHT

THE BLUE AND THE DIM AND THE DARK CHOTHS

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"

(William Butler Yeats)