Snowdon II
Sometimes, you have to just let the words wash around you like music (thank you Matilda and Roald Dahl for teaching me how to read at a very early age)...

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W.B. Yeats

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.