I wonder while I wander
through this world some-torn asunder
if it'd be a blatant bother
to a Boy or Babe or Brother
if Their slumber did engender
thoughts of th' Other sounding Thunder,
yellow Lightning, Smiles bright'ning--
Would it be the least bit fright'ning?
No, not Nearly, think I Clearly--
from the heart, it would be Dearly.