He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

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.

by William Butler Yeats

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Yeats words, heavy and true. A legend of poetry Mr. Yeats.
The poem ends with a prayer not to tread hard on the dreams. The contrasting dreams and the poverty are left to the God to decide upon as to which one is to prevail.
I believed that I had heard of a slightly different quote: ...but I, being poor, have only my dreams. I spread my dreams beneath your feet, tread softly, lest you tread on my dreams. Do you have any info on this version?
Absolutely beautiful! Warms the heart...very touching
Oh wow rocking my legs, thought and dreams
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