Bind on thy charm around my head,
And lull my soul to calm repose!
Yet not those slumbers I implore,
That steep the brain in Lethe's wave,
Tho' such the weary sense restore,
'Tis not this lifeless boon I crave!
I woo thee with thy world of dreams,
That o'er the mind in vision play
Thro' mimic shades—by airy streams
Where phantom Hope delights to stray.