DREAMING.
A strange little Dream
On a long star-beam
Ran down from the midnight skies,
To curly-hair'd Fred
Asleep in his bed,
With the lids on his merry blue eyes.
Under each lid
The thin Dream slid,
And spread to a picture inside,
A new World there,
Most strange and rare,
Rivers and Rocks,
And a Treasure-Box,
And Floating in Air without wings,
And the Speaking Beast,
And a Royal Feast,
My chair beside the King's;
A Land of Flowers,
And of lofty Towers
Carved over in marble white
With living Shapes
Of Panthers and Apes
That gambol in ceaseless flight;
And a Cellar small
With its Cave in the Wall
Stretching many a mile underground!
And the Rope from the Moon!—
Fred woke too soon,
For its end could never be found.
| I LOVE YOU, DEAR. I love you, Dear, I love you, Dear, You can't think how I love you, Dear! Supposing I Were a Butterfly, I'd waver around and above you, Dear. | ||
| A long way off I spied you, Dear, No bonnet or hat could hide you, Dear, If I were a Bird, Believe my word, I'd sing every day beside you, Dear. | ||
| When you're away I miss you, Dear, And now you're here I'll kiss you, Dear, And beg you will take This flow'r for my sake, And my love along with this, you Dear! |
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