Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Something Childish but very Natural. Written in Germany

If I had but two little wings        &nbspAnd were a little feathery bird,        &nbsp       &nbspTo you I'd fly, my dear! But thoughts like these are idle things,        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspAnd I stay here. But in my sleep to you I fly:        &nbspI'm always with you in my sleep!        &nbsp       &nbspThe world is all one's own. But then one wakes, and where am I?        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspAll, all alone. Sleep stays not, though a monarch bids:        &nbspSo I love to wake ere break of day:        &nbsp       &nbspFor though my sleep be gone, Yet while 'tis dark, one shuts one's lids,        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspAnd still dreams on.