And I cried aloud 'It must be a dream!'
I angrily spoke,—and I spoke out loud;
I knew 'twas a dream and nothing in it;
I spurn'd the dream with a gesture proud,
And ordered myself to wake that minute.
Of course, I just fell asleep where I sat,
And this is a dream—yes I know it is—
But O it is stranger than dreaming, that
Harry has not waken'd me with a kiss!
I looked at the men, who are searching round,