Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths
Enwrought with golden and silver light
The blue and the dim and the dark cloth
Of night and light and the half-light
I would spread the cloth 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
