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!"
[William Blake - A dream]
