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.