Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths
Enwraught 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
(P.S. My 'read a poem every day' New Year's Resolution is still going strong!)
