Something childish, but very natural

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Title:     Something childish, but very natural
Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge [More Titles by Coleridge]

Written in Germany

If I had but two little wings
And were a little feathery bird,
To you I'd fly, my dear!
But thoughts like these are idle things,
And I stay here.

But in my sleep to you I fly:
I'm always with you in my sleep!
The world is all one's own.
But then one wakes, and where am I?
All, all alone.

Sleep stays not, though a monarch bids:
So I love to wake ere break of day:
For though my sleep be gone,
Yet while 'tis dark, one shuts one's lids,
And still dreams on.

April 23, 1799.

-THE END-
Samuel Taylor Coleridge's poem: Something childish, but very natural

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