He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Inwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue, and the dim, and the dark cloths
Of night, and the 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, tread softly because
You tread on my dreams.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, tread softly because
You tread on my dreams.