A Dream by William Blake

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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, wildered, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangled spray,
All heart-broke, I heard her say:

"Oh 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 dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, "What wailing wight
Calls the watchmen of the night?

"I am set to light the ground,
While the beetle goes his round:
Follow now the beetles hum
Little wanderer, hie thee home!"