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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.