His wishes

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Unwrought 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.
From William Butler Yeats' poem - He wishes for cloths of heaven