Yeats is a major Irish poet. He tends to be romantic, spiritual and nationalistic. Here I have tried putting a bit of an 'edge' on one of his poems.
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.
