Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
\nEnwrought with golden and silver light,
\nThe blue and the dim and the dark cloths
\nOf night and light and the half-light,
\nI would spread the cloths under your feet:
\nBut I, being poor, have only my dreams;
\nI have spread my dreams under your feet;
\nTread softly, because you tread on my dreams.<\/p>\n
— William Butler Yeats<\/p>\n
I want to say that I knew this poem, that I passed across it in my years as an English Literature major. But actually, I got it from Equilibrium<\/a> and I remember it mostly because Boromir<\/a> said it. 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