• "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, Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven