BUT to give you my opinion on this important matter, I must descend to plain truth, and acknowledge I had rather adore you a present mortal, than an absent divinity; and therefore wish for your return with more religious ardour than a devout disciple of the false prophet for the company of the Houri.
THANKS to the power of imagination for our fanciful interview. Methought I somewhere unexpectedly met you—but I was soon undeceived of my imaginary happiness, and I awoke, repeating these verses:—
THOUGH sleep her sable pinions spread,
My thoughts still run on you;
And visions hovering o’er my head,
Present you to my view.
By FANCY’S magick pencil drest,
I saw my Delia move;
I clasp’d her to my anxious breast,
With TEARS of joy and love.