Ah! happy he who thus, in magic themes,
O’er worlds bewitch’d, in early rapture dreams,
Where wild Enchantment waves her potent wand,
And Fancy’s beauties fill her fairy land;
Where doubtful objects strange desires excite,
And Fear and Ignorance afford delight.
But lost, for ever lost, to me these joys,
Which Reason scatters, and which Time destroys;
Too dearly bought: maturer judgment calls
My busied mind from tales and madrigals;