If I Had But Two Little Wings

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.

And then one wakes, and where am I?

All, all alone.

Samuel T. Coleridge.