What if you slept
And what if
In your sleep
You dreamed
And what if
In your dream
You went to heaven
And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower
And what if
When you awoke
You had that flower in you hand
Ah, what then?
More verses by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- To Nature
- Life
- To The Nightingale
- This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison
- Come, Come Thou Bleak December Wind (Fragment)