Their daily longing, and their nightly dream.
It was at first thus in Pope's MS.:
Thou art at once my anguish and delight,
Care of my day, and phantom of my night.
[25] In the MS.:
Thy kisses then, thy words my soul endear.
Glow on my lips, and murmur in my ear.
[26] Of this couplet there are two other versions in the MS.:
The charming phantom flies, and I complain,
As if thyself forsook me once again.
And,
I dread the light of cruel heav'n to view,
And close my eyes once more to dream of you.
[27] "Antra nemusque" are not well rendered by "through lonely plains." Ovid is concise and specific, Pope general. Better rendered by Scrope: