Originally Posted by rani
But i am poor, and only dreams I have,
thread slowly, for you thread on my dreams. --anonymous--
This is William Butler Yeats... The poem is 'He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven' and the part goes like this:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
- W. B. Yeats