And I also dreamt—which puzzled me most—
That the figures were all the same.
I dreamt that huge monsters—a fearful band—
Were staring to such a degree
That the sight was more than I could withstand,
For they turn’d all their eyes upon me.
And I dreamt that King John’s unearthly ghost
Stepped forth my homage to claim,
When I woke and I found ’twas my bedstead’s post,
But it frightened me all the same.