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
Tread softly
Because you tread on my dreams.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams
I have spread my dreams under your feet
Tread softly
Tread softly
Because you tread on my dreams.