No matter where the body is, the mind is free to go elsewhere.
What sweet, what happy days had I,When dreams made Time Eternity!
Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day And dances by false glare at night; But Joy's a Butterfly, that loves To spread its wings in Nature's light.
I love thee for a heart that’s kind--not for the knowledge in thy mind.
But cats to me are strange, so strange I cannot sleep if one is near.
And hear the pleasant cockoo, loud and long - The simple bird that thinks two notes a song.