By Sylvia Plath "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, (I think I made you up inside my head.)" I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; (I think I made you up inside my head.) I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)"