daisies bring you back to me?

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...

william butler yeats