my dreams

 He wishes for the cloth of  Heaven

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 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