"It was like we were looking into the place where each other's dreams came from."

A Dream (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, 'wilder'd, and forlorn,

Dark, benighted, travel-worn,

Over many a tangled spray,

All heart-broken I heard her say:


``O, 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 drop'd 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.''