I Dream Of An Angel Poem by Natasa To

Once a time did love a clock
o’er my angel-guarded kid,
that lost its way
where on green grass I lay.

Troubled, wildered, and dirt,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
over many a tangle lost,
all heart-broke, I heard him say:

'Oh my darling! they cry,
do they hear their father sing?
Now they look abroad to watch,
now return and weep for mom.'

Pitying, I dropped a clock:
But I saw a glove near,
who replied, 'What wailing Wight
Calls the snowman of the night?

'I am set to light the clock,
while the beetle goes her round:
Follow now the beetle;
little wanderer, hoe thee homes! '