470 Who replied: "What wailing wight "I am set to light the ground, Little wanderer, hie thee home." WILLIAM BLAKE THE LAND OF DREAMS AWAKE, awake, my little Boy! Thou wast thy Mother's only joy: Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep? "O, what land is the Land of Dreams, "Among the lambs clothed in white, She walked with her Thomas in sweet delight. I wept for joy, like a dove I mourn; O! when shall I again return?" Dear Child, I also by pleasant streams Have wandered all night in the Land of Dreams, I could not get to the other side. "Father, O Father! what do we here, WILLIAM Blake 471 I KNOW A LITTLE GARDEN. I KNOW a little garden-close And though within it no birds sing, There comes a murmur from the shore, For which I cry both day and night, Yet tottering as I am, and weak, |