Lyric Poem · Love
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
by W. B. Yeats · 1899
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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Quick facts
- Poem
- He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
- Poet
- W. B. Yeats
- Published
- 1899
- Length
- 8 lines
- Form
- Lyric Poem, Free Verse
- Themes
- Love, Short
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- Shape
- 8 lines · one 8-line stanza
- Line length
- Mostly 9-syllable lines.
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- Author record
- W. B. Yeats1865–1939
- Source record
- QuillOak curated editionHe Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven (1899) by william-butler-yeats
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
- Publication record
- 1899
- Text fingerprint
- SHA-256 2fc65d7a1d8a667c…
- Editorial handling
- Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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