Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocott’s Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.
Dreams
When to soft sleep we give ourselves away,
And in a dream as in a fairy bark
Drift on and on through the enchanted dark
To purple daybreak—little thought we pay
To that sweet-bitter world we know by day.
We are clean quit of it, as is a lark
So high in heaven no human eye can mark
The thin swift pinion cleaving through the gray.
T. B. Aldrich.—Sleep, Sonnet XII.