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.


٭ Poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834).
# Painting "Study of a Flying Sparrow" by Giovanni da Udine, between 1515 and 1520.


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