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He wishes for the cloths of heaven

Nice bit of Yeats for a Friday: [youtube=http://youtu.be/wejEEciHlDQ&w=700]

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.

William Butler Yeats