OH rule me to be wholly thine, Soft, sleeping mesmerist! One moment make the horizon mine Of those sweet eyes I kissed;— Within its wide, star-broken line, On my bold claims insist To see @3one@1 vision wax and shine,— Then lose me in the mist. Yet, ever fearful of alarm, My Fancy's loth to know If sleep @3has@1 dreams to match the charm Its outward touches show. She warns me not to risk her harm So far a-field, for lo, Close captive of my tender arm, A dream of stars and snow! |