Mother of laughter, and well-spring of bliss,
O graunt that of my love at last I may not miss.
Fairy Queen.—SPENSER.
As men tormented with a burning fever,
Dream that with drink they 'suage their grievous thirst,
But when they wake they find their thirst persever,
And to be greater than it was at first;
So she whose thoughts from love sleep could not sever,
Dreamt of that thing for which she 'wake did thirst;