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 on my dreams.

- William Butler Yeats

(This is the poem from which my love for poetry first grew. Thank you Mrs. Morris. I knew I needed a little creative inspiration in the midst of academic rigor this evening and thought perhaps you might feel the same).