He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

by W. B. Yeats (1899) — a poem card from Justes Mots

Having no riches to offer, a lover spreads his dreams instead — and asks only that you tread softly.

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;…

Themes: love · admiration