dimanche 17 mai 2009

make me feel what you say is for real

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]