Dreams

W.B.Yates. To Maud

Had I had the heavens embroidered cloth´s,
inwrote with gold and silver light,

of blue and the dim and the dark cloth´s
of night and light, and the half light.

I would spread the cloth´s, under your feet.
But I being poor have only my dreams.

I have spread my dreams under your feet.
Thread softly, cause you thread on my dreams.