Si yo tuviera las telas bordadas del cielo,
estampadas con dorada y plateada luz,
las telas azules y tenues y las oscuras
de la noche y la luz y la media luz,
extendería esas telas bajo tus pies:
pero, siendo pobre, sólo tengo mis sueños;
He extendido mis sueños bajo tus pies;
Pisa suavemente, porque estás pisando mis sueños.
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
