 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. But I, being poor, have only my Dreams; I have spread my Dreams under you feet; Tread softly, because you tread on my Dreams. By
W.B. Yeats 1865 – 1939
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