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A Dream

William Blake


Once a dream did weave a shad
O'er my angel-guarded bed
That an emmet lost its wa
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 wigh
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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