BOLLOCKS!

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.

(William Butler Yeats)