He wishes for the cloths of heaven

This is my favourite poem. It was written by W. B. Yeats and conveys a sentiment that is ostensibly romantic, but speaks to me more generally of how vulnerable we are whenever we embark on a project that really matters to us.

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.

 
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