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of the midnight dream, What is now upon thy wing? Earth sleeps in the moonlight beam; O'er that sleep what wilt thou fling?

Many a vain and shadowy thought, All of daylight's hope and fear, Mind's strange workings, have I brought On the sleeper's eye and ear.

There were some who prayed me give Respite short from grief and pain; Some few who but sought to live Pleasure's fleeting hour again.

Past I o'er a purple tent, Down and odours wooed my stay; But remorse and hate were sent— Guards to banish me away.

Reached I next a lonely tower, Pale, like him, a lamp burnt there, While its master past the hour O'er his scroll of learned care.

Marvelled I that he should spend Thus the hours of my sweet reign; When his labours find their end, He will find, too, they were vain.

Tears were in the soft dark eyes Where I once had loved to rest; Love had banished me, and sighs Told he was less quiet guest.