Classic Poem

With bridal cake beneath her head,
As Jenny press'd her pillow,
She dreamt that lovers, thick as hops,
Hung pendent from the willow.

Around her spectres shook their chains,
And goblins kept their station;
They pull'd, they pinch'd her, till she swore
To spare the male creation.

Before her now the buck, the beau,
The 'squire, the captain trips;
The modest seiz'd her hand to kiss,
The forward seiz'd her lips.

For some she felt her bosom pant,
For some she felt it smart;
To all she gave enchanting smiles,
To one she gave her heart.

She dreamt—(for magic charms prevail'd,
And Fancy play'd her farce on)
That, soft reclin'd in elbow-chair,
She kiss'd a sleeping parson.

She dreamt—but, O rash Muse! forbear,
Nor virgins' dreams pursue;
Yet bless'd above the gods is he
Who proves such visions true.