He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heaven's 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.

 -W.B. Yeats

With that, I am undone. 

I am completely in awe of these words