He wishes for The Cloths of Heaven - William Butler Yeats 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 dre..