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.

-Yeats,W(illiam) B(utler)
  'HeWishes for the Cloths of Heaven', complete poem. Collected in TheWind Among the Reeds (1899).