Poems (Bacon)/Dreams
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IV. DREAMS
One night I climbed a mountain all of snow, A great black creature showed me where to go: We went into a church with no one there, And cried because the wind began to blow.
And then a King that wore a golden crown Climbed up the spire and tried to help me down, But I spread out my arms, and flew and flew, And all the people watched us from the town.
They chased me through the streets, but I ran fast, And got into a secret place at last. I 'd float down stairways, touching just my toes, And laugh and mock at them as I went past
And then we went to Cinderella's ball, I had no shoes nor stockings on at all: They smiled and pointed at me till I cried, And woke up just as when you slip and fall.