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.

- W.B. Yeats

Thanks for posting this here.

Awesome.

It was very nice, good job.

http://www.chiark.greenend.org.uk/~martinh/poems/yeats.html

merc didn't write it. he/she were just sharing.

Come away, o human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand
For the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand.
--W.B. Yeats