Thought I’d share my favourite poem with you, as the lovely weather has put me in a poetic sort of mood.
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.
Written by William Butler Yeats (1865–1939).
First published in The Wind Among the Reeds (1899).