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From the Songs of Innocence
Chosen by Françoise
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 way,
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 dropped 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 beetle's hum;
Little wandered, hie thee home.'
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