Уильям Батлер Йейтс He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven Had I the heaven s embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim of the dark cloths Of night and light and the halflight, 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.