You Tread Upon My Dreams...



Had I the heavens embroided cloths

Enwrought with golden and silver light



The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and 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...

Beacouse you tread upon my dreams..



- Y.B. Yeats