He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I 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.