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 because you tread on my dreams. ~ W. B. Yeats.
<3 One of my favourites as it can be interpreted in so many ways yet it means one thing. It's quite a sad one :cry: The last line hurts so much </3