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.
"Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven"
W. B. Yeats (1865 – 1939), Irish poet and playwright
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Nocturne in black and gold, (1874). Whistler. Detroit Institute of the Arts.
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