朝着眼睛

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloth

of night and light andthe half-light,

I would spread the cloth 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.