Hubert Parry — If I had but two little wings

If I had but two little wings And were a little feathery bird To you I'd 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 bids: So I love to wake ere break of day: For though my sleep be gone Yet while 'tis dark, one shuts one's lids And still dreams on