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 A pleasing Land of Drowsyhed it was: Of Dreams that wave before the half-shut Eye; And of gay Castles in the Clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a Summer-Sky: There eke the soft Delights, that witchingly Instil a wanton Sweetness through the Breast, And the calm of Pleasures always hover'd nigh; But whate'er smack'd of, or Unrest,

The such, inspiring perfect Ease, Where  (for so the Wizard ) Close-hid his Castle mid embowering Trees, That half shut out the Beams of Phœbus bright, And made a Kind of checker'd Day and Night. Mean while, unceasing at the massy Gate, Beneath a spacious Palm, the wicked Wight Was plac'd; and to his Lute, of cruel Fate,