There and Back Again

Had I the heaven’s 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.

William Butler Yeats (from The Wind Among the Reeds, 1899)