"He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven” by William Butler Yeats
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and 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.
This is hands down one of my favorite quickie poems. At an office I worked at in Dupont Circle, I once printed out an entire sheet of sticky labels with the last three lines. I then started sticking it all over surfaces in the neighborhood.
Not a single one survived for longer than a day. Dupont has ninja janitors. -- Preacher