Rhymes for the Young Folk

DREAMING.

A strange little Dream

On a long star-beam

Ran down from the midnight skies,

To curly-hair'd Fred

Asleep in his bed,

With the lids on his merry blue eyes.

Under each lid

The thin Dream slid,

And spread to a picture inside,

A new World there,

Most strange and rare,

Tho' just by our garden-side.

Rivers and Rocks,

And a Treasure-Box,

And Floating in Air without wings,

And the Speaking Beast,

And a Royal Feast,

My chair beside the King's;

A Land of Flowers,

And of lofty Towers

Carved over in marble white

With living Shapes

Of Panthers and Apes

That gambol in ceaseless flight;

And a Cellar small

With its Cave in the Wall

Stretching many a mile underground!

And the Rope from the Moon!—

Fred woke too soon,

For its end could never be found.

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bluebells	I LOVE YOU, DEAR. I love you, Dear, I love you, Dear, You can't think how I love you, Dear! Supposing I Were a Butterfly, I'd waver around and above you, Dear.	butterfly
	A long way off I spied you, Dear, No bonnet or hat could hide you, Dear, If I were a Bird, Believe my word, I'd sing every day beside you, Dear.
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	When you're away I miss you, Dear, And now you're here I'll kiss you, Dear, And beg you will take This flow'r for my sake, And my love along with this, you Dear!	violet

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