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