Wishes and dreams

With all this snow and arctic ice, Christmas, with all her magic, has come a little bit early. And to get me in the dreaming mood, there's nothing better than one of my favourite poems...

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with gold 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 for you tread on my dreams.

WB Yeats