Cloths Of Heaven

by Yeats

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 would spread these 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.

This poem (and quite possibly the only proper poem I know) has inspired a

2.5" x 3.5" painting.