“My lord was absent—distant from the bed,
A pendent lamp its soften’d lustre shed;
But there was light that chased away the gloom,
And brought to view each object in the room:
These I observed ere yet I sunk in sleep,
That, if disturb’d not, had been long and deep.
“I was awaken’d by some being nigh,
It seem’d some voice, and gave a timid cry— 580
When sounds, that I describe not, slowly broke
On my attention——‘Be composed, and look!’—