Today is Editor at Large's day!
If I had but two little wings
And were a little feathery bird,
To you I'd fly, my friend!
But thoughts like these are idle things,
And I stay here till the end.
But in my sleep to you I fly
I'm always with you in my sleep!
The world is all one's own.
But then one wakes, and where am I?
Lonely as ever, all alone.
Sleep stays not, though a monarch bids
So I love to wake ere break of day:
For though my sleep be gone,
Yet while 'tis dark, I shuts my lids,
And still, still dream on.
Happy Day, Ayelie!