HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with the golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
- William Butler Yeats
I have been thinking about quotes lately and this one in particular has been forefront in my mind. I don't know for sure if that last line is suppose to be, "I have spread my dreams beneath your feet..." or, "I have spread my dreams under you feet..." but I like the way beneath sounds.
