If I had but two little wings
       &nbspAnd were a little feathery bird,
       &nbsp       &nbspTo you I'd fly, my dear!
But thoughts like these are idle things,
       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspAnd I stay here.

But in my sleep to you I fly:
       &nbspI'm always with you in my sleep!
       &nbsp       &nbspThe world is all one's own.
But then one wakes, and where am I?
       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspAll, all alone.

Sleep stays not, though a monarch bids:
       &nbspSo I love to wake ere break of day:
       &nbsp       &nbspFor though my sleep be gone,
Yet while 'tis dark, one shuts one's lids,
       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspAnd still dreams on.