A DREAM

A Dream  
by William Blake  
 
 
Once a dream did weave a shade 
O'er my angel-guarded bed, 
That an emmet lost its way 
Where on grass methought I lay. 
 
Troubled, wildered, and forlorn, 
Dark, benighted, travel-worn, 
Over many a tangle spray, 
All heart-broke, I heard her say: 
 
"Oh my children! do they cry, 
Do they hear their father sigh? 
Now they look abroad to see, 
Now return and weep for me." 
 
Pitying, I dropped a tear: 
But I saw a glow-worm near, 
Who replied, "What wailing wight 
Calls the watchman of the night? 
 
"I am set to light the ground, 
While the beetle goes his round: 
Follow now the beetle's hum; 
Little wanderer, hie thee home!"  
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