" 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 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
I wish I knew more about poetry - I am completely mystified as to where to look for great poems and poets. I have never heard of this particular poem before, and that just shows how frightfully ignorant I am.