That breathes on sleep with fearful dreams opprest,
And wakes to its delights the wretch forlorn;
His toils and wanderings were not all unblest;
Some joy to others had his sufferings borne;—
But promised good brings doubt to the distrest,
And thus still dubious he his guide addrest:
XVII.
“What singing bird has on the wandering wing
Borne these strange tidings to my hunter’s ear?
Where, on her pinions poising, did she sing,