Ola, me poor and dreamy heart and poor in pockets likes this poem. He Wishes For Cloths of Heaven By W B Yeats Had I the heavensý 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. ----