alL AlOnE...

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 i am?
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 it's dark, one shuts one's lids,
and still dreams on.