But, hark! I hear the master on the stair
And Thomson’s Castle, that of Indolence,
Must be to me a castle in the air.
SONNET.—A SOMNAMBULIST.
“A change came o’er the spirit of my dream.”—BYRON.
Methought—for Fancy is the strangest gadder
When sleep all homely Mundane ties hath riven—
Methought that I ascended Jacob’s ladder,