William Butler Yeats

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.

Even so many years after first reading this, I am still struck by it's simplicity and it's elegance. I know I am not alone in this feeling.

(photo kidnapped from lissadellhouse)