Which shine but while they cross the ray.
Yes, all's a dream, but who would part
With one fond vision fancy knows,
One bright delusion of the heart
For all that waking reason shows?
Who'd quell the notes Hope gaily sings,
Because they're tuned so witchingly?
Who'd pluck Imagination's wings,
Because they bear her up too high?
Let those who would so close this page,