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A Dream
William Blake
- Once a dream did weave a shade
- O'er my angel-guarded bed,
- That an emmet lost its way
- Where on grass methought I lay.
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- Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,
- Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
- Over many a tangle spray,
- All heart-broke, I heard her say:
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- "Oh my children! do they cry,
- Do they hear their father sigh?
- Now they look abroad to see,
- Now return and weep for me."
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- Pitying, I dropped a tear:
- But I saw a glow-worm near,
- Who replied, "What wailing wight
- Calls the watchman of the night?
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- "I am set to light the ground,
- While the beetle goes his round:
- Follow now the beetle's hum;
- Little wanderer, hie thee home!"
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