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William Blake : A Dream

Once a dream did weave a shade
O’er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet1 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 wight2
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 wanderer hie3 thee home.’

William Blake (1757-1827)	P. 1789

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