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 woud 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
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