Something Childish, But Very Natural.
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Written in Germany
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.
April 23, 1799
Source Book
The Golden Book Of Coleridge
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Copyright 1914
Published by London: J.M. Dent & Sons, Ltd.
New York: E. P. Dutton & Co.
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