A Dream, William Blake.

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, 'Wilder'd, and fo[r]lorn,

Dark, benighted, travel-worn,

Over many a tangled spray,

All heart-broke I heard her say:

"O, my children! do they cry?

"Do tehey 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 beetle's hum;

"Little wanderer, hie thee home"

Geoffrey Keynes, Blake Complete Writings, London: Oxford University Press, 1976, p.111-112