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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I learned this poem at age 8 and recited it in school. I have always enjoyed it and found it coincidental that my fifth and last child was born on the day before April and she was a joy to raise and still a joy and I remain grateful that I was given this very good daughter.