He wishes for the cloths of heaven - William Butler 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.

I must say, that is the most beautiful poem I've ever read in my whole life. I'm not into poetry much, I'll read random poems but never more than a dozen per year. But, this time, like never before I was emotionally moved by the text. It hurt. It was that profound to me.