Reads like poetry...

I'm not particularly good at reading poetry. The rhythm, the metaphors, the symbolism on symbolism- Sometimes I struggle to appreciate all that hoohah imagery. But recently, I came across this, and I think it's beautiful:

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.

"He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven"- - - -William Butler Yeats.