He wishes for the cloths 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.