Wishes for the cloths of heaven;
Had I the heavens embroidered cloths
En wrought 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;
Thread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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