Where do you go, Bob, when you‘ re fast asleep?’ ‘ Where? O well, once I went into a deep Mine, father told of, and a cross man said He'd make me help to dig, and eat black bread.
I saw the Queen once, in her room, quite near. She said, “You rude boy, Bob, how came you here? "’ ‘ Was it like mother's boudoir?’ ‘ Grander far,
Gold chairs and things — all over diamonds — Ah!’ ‘ You're sure it was the Queen?’ ‘ Of course, a crown Was on her, and a spangly purple gown.’
‘ I went to heaven last night.’ ‘ O Lily, no, How could you?’ ‘ Yes I did, they told me so,
And my best doll, my favourite, with the blue Frock, Jasmine, I took her to heaven too.’ ‘ What was it like?’ ‘ A kind of — I can n't tell —
A sort of orchard place in a long dell, With trees all over flowers. And there were birds Who could do talking, say soft pretty words; They let me stroke them, and I showed it all
To Jasmine. And I heard a blue dove call, “Child, this is heaven.” I was not frightened when It spoke, I said “Where are the angels then? "’ ‘ Well.’
‘ So it said, “Look up and you shall see.” There were two angels sitting in the tree, As tall as mother; they had long gold hair. They let drop down the fruit they gather'd there
And little angels came for it — so sweet. Here they were beggar children in the street, And the dove said they had the prettiest things, And wore their best frocks every day.’
‘ And wings, Had they no wings?’ ‘ O yes, and lined with white Like swallow wings, so soft — so very light
Fluttering about.’ ‘ Well.’ ‘ Well, I did not stay, So that was all.’
‘ They made you go away?’ ‘ I did not go — but — I was gone.’ ‘ I know.’ ‘ But it's a pity, Bob, we never go
Together.’ ‘ Yes, and have no dreams to tell, But the next day both know it all quite well.’ ‘ And, Bob, if I could dream you came with me
You would be there perhaps.’ ‘ Perhaps — we'll see.’
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