HALF-WAKING - Sarah Fuller Adams Poems


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I thought it was the little bed
    I slept in long ago;
A straight white curtain at the head,
    And two smooth knobs below.
I thought I saw the nursery fire,
    And in a chair well-known
My mother sat, and did not tire
    With reading all alone.
If I should make the slightest sound
    To show that I'm awake,
She'd rise, and lap the blankets round,
    My pillow softly shake;
Kiss me, and turn my face to see
    The shadows on the wall,
And then sing Rousseau's Dream to me,
    Till fast asleep I fall.
But this is not my little bed;
    That time is far away;
With strangers now I live instead,
    From dreary day to day.