He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven W.B. Yeats Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloth of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloth 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.