Perhaps someone here can answer this question.
I came across an old favorite poem of mine, of W. B. Yeats, and when I
said it aloud I felt as if I heard
the words for the first time:
Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
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. Yeats
What do you make of the last line? Wouldn't one tread softly also
walking on the cloths of Heaven?
To make the discussion a bit more personal, I have been thinking about
what people give up for each other, especially as a sign of love, and
why. I think the poem addresses that.