Tread Softly

These words were in a song I sang in High School and they've always stuck with me, for some reason. Today, in my Victorian Lit class, we read this poem and I grew to love these words more.

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

CONFESSION - I'm a big dreamer (both night and day), so to feel such profound meanings behind the words, makes me an even deeper dreamer.