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.