A Dream

by 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-broke 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 dropp'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.’