"If I Had But Two Little Wings" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

 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.