WHEN Sleep's all-soothing hand with fetters soft
Ties down each sense, and lulls to balmy rest;
The internal power, creative Fancy oft
Broods o'er her treasures in the formful breast.
Thus when no longer daily cares engage,
The busy mind pursues the darling theme;
Hence angels whisper'd to the slumbering sage,
And gods of old inspir'd the hero's dream;
Hence as I slept, these images arose,
To Fancy's eye, and join'd this fairy scene compose.