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.
W B Yeates
Ever since I first read this that last line has been stuck in my head. It relates not only to the ones we might love but to all people we come across, let’s tread softly.
Sweet Folly 