He who hath bent him o’er the bed
On which some dreamer rests his head,
Before the housemaid’s tapping fingers
Disturb the room where slumber lingers,
May possibly have pondered o’er
The fitful start and vacant snore;
And wondered, as his vision caught
The working of the slumberer’s thought,
How different a turn ’twould take
When he should be once more awake.