I have always loved this poem – I first came across it while reading The Mennyms, when Albert reads it to Pilbeam and the family realises to their horror that the two are falling in love. There is such a sense of longing in the words – a very beautiful declaration of love.
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
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
For past Saturday Poems, take a look at the archive in Poetry Please.