He wishes for clothes of heaven

Joana de Diego


Had I the heavens embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark clothes
Of night and light and the half-light.

I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, beeing poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.