Something Childish, but very Natural. Written in Germany

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)
Something Childish, but very Natural. Written in Germany
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If I had but two little wings  And were a little feathery bird,    To you I'd fly, my dear! But thoughts like these are idle things,      And I stay here. But in my sleep to you I fly:  I'm always with you in my sleep!    The world is all one's own. But then one wakes, and where am I?      All, all alone. Sleep stays not, though a monarch bids:  So I love to wake ere break of day:    For though my sleep be gone, Yet while 'tis dark, one shuts one's lids,      And still dreams on.
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- Samuel Taylor Coleridge