SOMETHING CHILDISH, BUT VERY NATURAL - Thomas Hardy Poems

 
 

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SOMETHING CHILDISH, BUT VERY NATURAL

  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.