DREAMING.
Reading edition
A strange little Dream On a long star-beam Ran down from the midnight skies, To curly-hair'd Fred Asleep in his bed, With the lids on his merry blue eyes. Under each lid The thin Dream slid, And spread to a picture inside, A new World there, Most strange and rare, Tho' just by our garden-side. Rivers and Rocks, And a Treasure-Box, And Floating in Air without wings, And the Speaking Beast, And a Royal Feast, My chair beside the King's; A Land of Flowers, And of lofty Towers Carved over in marble white With living Shapes Of Panthers and Apes That gambol in ceaseless flight; And a Cellar small With its Cave in the Wall Stretching many a mile underground! And the Rope from the Moon!— Fred woke too soon, For its end could never be found.
I LOVE YOU, DEAR. I love you, Dear, I love you, Dear, You can't think how I love you, Dear! Supposing I Were a Butterfly, I'd waver around and above you, Dear.
A long way off I spied you, Dear, No bonnet or hat could hide you, Dear, If I were a Bird, Believe my word, I'd sing every day beside you, Dear.
When you're away I miss you, Dear, And now you're here I'll kiss you, Dear, And beg you will take This flow'r for my sake, And my love along with this, you Dear!
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