W.B Yeats

 ‘Aedh  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

photo: SarahA O’Leary