William Blake (1757–1827). The Poetical Works. 1908.
Songs of InnocenceA Dream
O
O’er my Angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass methought I lay.
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangled spray,
All heart-broke I heard her say:
Do they hear their father sigh?
Now they look abroad to see:
Now return and weep for me.’
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied: ‘What wailing wight
Calls the watchman of the night?
While the beetle goes his round:
Follow now the beetle’s hum;
Little wanderer, hie thee home.’