Tread Softly

Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths,

enwrought with golden and silver light,

the blue and 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.

W.B Yeats