The
DREAM
.
AH
stay
,
fair
fleeting
Form
,
I
charge
thee
stay
;
Whither
,
ah
whither
wouldst
thou
glide
away
?
Ardelia
calls
thee
,
lovely
cruel
Shade
!
Ardelia
bids
thee
stay
,
thy
once
lov'd
Maid
!
Alas
!
in
vain
I
call
,
for
see
he
flies
;
Flies
my
fond
clasping
Arms
,
and
ardent
Eyes
.
Not
all
my
Prayers
can
the
lov'd
Form
detain
:
My
Sighs
,
my
Tears
,
my
Wishes
are
in
vain
.
In
gentle
Slumbers
,
Morpheus
,
close
my
Eyes
,
And
bid
once
more
the
lovely
Phantom
rise
.
Bid
him
in
all
those
heavenly
Charms
appear
;
That
melting
Softness
,
that
engaging
Air
,
In
that
too
powerful
Sorrow
let
him
shine
,
When
first
he
gave
his
Heart
and
conquer'd
mine
.
Hence
then
,
ye
Sorrows
,
from
the
fancied
Scene
,
Despairs
,
eternal
Sighs
,
and
secret
Pain
,
Shall
wound
no
more
,
no
Thought
my
Bliss
destroy
;
No
happy
Rival
interrupt
my
Joy
:
For
oh
!
whate'er
my
cruel
Fates
Design
,
In
Sleep
Philander
can
be
only
mine
.