"He wishes for the 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 upon my dreams." 

William Butler Yeats (sara: na versão original é muito mais profundo...)