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found a poem i like, thanks to none other than william butler yeats. leg

Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
Had I the heaven's 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.

so yeah. came across that when trying to work out where the words "he longs for the cloths of heaven" had appeared from on my phone. still clueless.