Drew from the sickening hopes their strength away,
The youth became abstracted, pensive, dull;
He utter’d nothing, though his heart was full;
Teased by inquiring words and anxious looks,
And all forgetful of his Muse and books;
Awake he mourn’d, but in his sleep perceived
A lovely vision that his pain relieved: -
His soul, transported, hail’d the happy seat,
Where once his pleasure was so pure and sweet;
Where joys departed came in blissful view