Tread softly

He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven,  

by W.B.Yeats.(1865-1939）

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.

四个月，送给你，也是警醒我自己。