"I held her closer and her dark eyes looked right into me, right into the place where all my dreams were, and she smiled. "

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.''