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And when in Fancy's fiery car, With her and with the muse I'd fly; To realms beyond the morning-star, The earth and sky;

Not long in these illusions blest, Through fairy-palaces I roam; Thy wand recals, unwelcome guest! My visions home.

Ah, foe to peace! when thou art nigh, Farewell the dew-balm of repose; Then slumber's fled—the languid eye Forgets to close.

I ne'er my midnight vigils keep, To ponder by the taper's light; Nor waste in downy arms of sleep, The morning bright.