He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens embroidered1 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.