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A dream by William Blake

Once a dream did weave a shade,

O’er my Angel-guarded bed.

That an Emmet lost it’s 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.
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 dropp’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.

…. The End …..

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