Come Hither: A Collection of Rhymes and Poems for the Young of All Ages

by Unknown

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.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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I REMEMBER

I remember, I remember,