Something Childish, but very Natural. Written in Germany

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.