XXXIV. Something Childish but Very Natural
If I had but two little wings,
And were a little feathery' bird,
To you I'd 2 fly, my dear !
But thoughts like these are idle things,
And I stay here.
But in my sleep to you I fly :
I'm always with you in my sleep :
The world is all one's own.
But then one wakes, and where am I?
All, all alone.
Sleep stays not, though a monarch 3 bids ;
So I love to wake ere
break of day 4:
For though my sleep be gone,
Yet, while 'tis dark, one shuts one's lids,5
And still dreams on.
S. T. COLERIDGE.
1 'Covered with feathers. 2 I should. 3 Qr : King. 4 Or: before
daybreak (cf. XXII. 3). 5 The eyes may be covered with the lids.
When we are asleep, our lids are shut.