Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Ñýìþýë Òýéëîð Êîëüðèäæ)

Something Childish, But Very Natural

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. 

1. Easter Holidays
2. Fancy In Nubibus, Or The Poet In The Clouds
3. Love's Apparition and Evanishment: An Allegoric Romance
4. On The Christening Of A Friend's Child
5. Ode To Sara, In Answer To A Letter From Bristol

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