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.                                                                              

By W.B.Yeats

 This is the poem that I love above all others. You'll notice that the title of my novel 'Of Night and Light' comes from it. If ever I'm feeling distressed in any way, this is what I turn to.

I wanted to share it with you.