He wishes for the cloths of heaven - W. B. Yeats

Had I the heaven's 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.

Tivesse eu as roupas bordadas do paraíso
tecidas com luz dourada e prateada
o azul e o escuro e os negros panos da noite
e a luz e as metades-luzes.
Eu espalharia essas roupas sob os teus pés:
Mas eu, sendo pobre, tenho somente os meus sonhos.
Eu tenho espalhado os meus sonhos sob os teus pés
Por isso, pise suavemente;
Afinal, você está pisando sobre os meus sonhos.