He wishes for the cloths of heaven

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.

--William Butler Yeats

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When the birds coo
and the sky is blue
It may be spring

When the forest is green
and there blows the warm wind
It may be summer

When every moment is so fine
and thinking of someone make you smile
It may be love