 A WISHES FOR THE CLOTHES OF HEAVEN by William Butler Yates Red for LibriVox.org by Alan Davis Drake Had I the heavens embroidered cloths and wrought 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. A WISHES FOR THE CLOTHES OF HEAVEN by William Butler Yates Red for LibriVox.org by Annie Coleman Had I the heavens embroidered cloths and wrought 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. A WISHES FOR THE CLOTHES OF HEAVEN by William Butler Yates Red for LibriVox.org by Betsy Bush on December 10, 2006 Had I the heavens embroidered cloths and wrought 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A WISHES FOR THE CLOTHES OF HEAVEN by William Butler Yates Red for LibriVox.org by DN Had I the heavens embroidered cloths and wrought 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A WISHES FOR THE CLOTHES OF HEAVEN by William Butler Yates Red for LibriVox.org by Eswa Had I the heavens embroidered cloths and wrought 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A WISHES FOR THE CLOTHES OF HEAVEN by William Butler Yates Red for LibriVox.org by Glenn Holstrom, a.k.a. Smokestack Jones. SmokestackJones at gmail.com Had I the heavens embroidered cloths ever wrought 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A WISHES FOR THE CLOTHES OF HEAVEN by William Butler Yates Red for LibriVox.org by Justin Barrett Had I the heavens embroidered cloths and wrought 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A WISHES FOR THE CLOTHES OF HEAVEN by William Butler Yates Red for LibriVox.org by Lizzie Driver Had I the heavens embroidered cloths and wrought 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A WISHES FOR THE CLOTHES OF HEAVEN by William Butler Yates Red for LibriVox.org by Rebecca Decker December 12, 2006 Had I the heavens embroidered cloths and wrought 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.