When Nature tir'd with thought was sunk to rest.
And all my senses were by Sleep possest,
Sweet Sleep, that soft and balmy comfort brings
Alike to Beggars and despotic Kings,
I dreamt of peace I never felt before,
I dreamt my Heart was lying on the floor.
Observ'd it, strange to tell! with joyful eyes.
And stranger still without the least surprise.
Elated with the sight, I smiling sat
Exulting o'er the victim at my feet;
But soon with words of anguish thus addrest
This painful, sweet disturber of my Breast: –