If I had the embroidered cloth of heaven,
woven gold and silver and light,
the light colored drapes and dark
of day and night by means of sunrise and sunset colors,
spread the cloths under your feet:
instead, being poor, have only my dreams;
and have spread my dreams under your feet;
walking plan, because you tread on my dreams.
William Butler Yeats, from "The Wind among the reeds", 1899
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