He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

[Zimm]

One of my favourite poems is by the Irish poet William Butler Yeats and is called "He Wishes For the Cloths Of Heaven":

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:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

I would like to know what you guys think of it