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.
SPONGEBOB WAS HERE ;8:05 AM
