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 upon my dreams.
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939).
in "The Wind Among the Reeds", 1899.
Picture: "The young William", 1877 (attributed to John Butler Yeats)
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