Short poem by Yeats from the awesome poetry book I told you about, Poems to Read: A New Favorite Poem Project Anthology.
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 dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.