When I Woke, The Lake-Lights Were Quivering On The Wall, The Sunshine Swam In A Shoal Across And Across, And A Hairy, Big Bee Hung Over The Primulas In The Window, His Body Black Fur, And The Sound Of Him Cross. There Was Something I Ought To Remember: And Yet I Did Not Remember. Why Should I? The Running Lights And The Airy Primulas, Oblivious Of The Impending Bee - They Were Fair Enough Sights.