A Dream

Once a dream did weave a shade,O'er my Angel-guarded bed,That an Emmet lost its wayWhere on grass methought I lay.

Troubled wilderd and forlornDark 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 drop'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 beetles hum,Little wanderer hie thee home.