"He Wishes For The Cloths of Heaven"

As I am on the topic of Yeats, here is a poem I saw at the gift shop that I found especially lovely. 

"He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven" 

William Butler Yeats

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.

Now, back to James Joyce!