He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
by Yeats

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 dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.