<h3><SPAN name="18">A DREAM</SPAN></h3>
Once a dream did weave a shade<br/>
O’er my angel-guarded bed,<br/>
That an emmet lost its way<br/>
Where on grass methought I lay.
<br/><br/>Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,<br/>
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,<br/>
Over many a tangled spray,<br/>
All heart-broke, I heard her say:
<br/><br/>‘O my children! do they cry,<br/>
Do they hear their father sigh?<br/>
Now they look abroad to see,<br/>
Now return and weep for me.’
<br/><br/>Pitying, I dropped a tear:<br/>
But I saw a glow-worm near,<br/>
Who replied, ‘What wailing wight<br/>
Calls the watchman of the night?
<br/><br/>‘I am set to light the ground,<br/>
While the beetle goes his round:<br/>
Follow now the beetle’s hum;<br/>
Little wanderer, hie thee home!’
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