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.
Pretty sentimental and syrupy and full of hyperbole,isn’t it ? But I love the last line :
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
The line is worth its weight in gold.