Absolute Twaddle: Sleep

28 April, 2020 by katelaity

sleeping child

To sleep, perchance to dream;

To dream, perchance to peep

Into the world that might be

If the odds were not so steep.

In dreams my world it turns

And dreaming takes me deep,

To where I cannot be just now —

And waking makes me weep.

So in my bed I stay,

My head under the covers,

In that other country,

My dreams nightly uncover.




[Image via the British Library Flickr: “The Child World [In verse.] … Illustrated by C. Robinson” 1896]



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