• Once a dream did weave a shade
    O'er my angel-guarded bed,
    That an emmet lost its way
    Where on grass methought I lay.

    Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,
    Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
    Over many a tangle spray,
    All heart-broke, I heard her say: heart

    "Oh my children! do they cry,

    Do they hear their father sigh?
    Now they look abroad to see,
    Now return and weep for me."

    Pitying, I dropped a tear:
    But I saw a glow-worm near,
    Who replied, "What wailing wight
    Calls the watchman of the night?

    "I am set to light the ground,
    While the beetle goes his round:
    Follow now the beetle's hum;
    Little wanderer, hie thee home!"