He 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.W.B. Yeats