Roll out the carpet I, be the stream,
But let that carpet not be your dream,
few are gods,
most are not;
few would drink carefully ,
most, so selfish would after, make it muddy,
for the latter the world is only about their lust,
after they have had their fill, others can get lost;
so guard your dream jealously,
only gods tread sofly…..
Aedh Wishes for the cloths of heaven by William B Yeats.
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.