He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by William Butler Yeats

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,

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, under your feet, under your feet

I would spread the cloths

under your feet, under your feet, your feet

under your feet, your feet

But I, being poor, have only my dreams, my dreams

But I, being poor, have only my dreams, my dreams

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly, tread softly, tread softly, tread softly,

Tread softly, tread softly, tread softly, tread softly,

Tread softly, tread softly, tread softly, tread softly,

Tread softly Tread softly, tread softly tread softly,

because you tread

on my dreams.