he wishes for the cloths of heaven

had i the heavens' embroidered cloths,
enwrought with the golden and silver light,
the blue and the dim and the dark cloths
of night and light and half-light,
i would spread the cloths under your feet:
but i, being poor, have only my dreams;
i have spread my dreams beneath your feet;
tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

i shall end my night with a continuation of last night's melancholy...

and as the sun rose into another day, your smile still lingered far out in the horizon, though you're no longer around.

tread softly because you tread on my dreams.