Classic Poem

On Dreaming she broke a Glass in my Closet which was found really so in the Morning.

'T IS Punishment beyond my Due,
To be depriv'd of seeing you;
And since you will not bless my waking Sight,
Pray let me rest by Night:
Give over these unpleasant Theams,
And cease to persecute in Dreams:
Dreams did I say! 'twas Vision sure,
That cou'd a Real ill procure:
Canidia! thus by Strength of Thought can do
What her ill Genius prompts her to:
Where-e'er she acts, her Shape appears,
And cunningly deceives the Patients Eyes, and Ears.

Last Night by Fancy, or by Vision brought,
A lov'ly Nymph appeard,
Fair, as e'er was form'd by Thought;
Or made Love's Power fear'd:
Beauty, and Goodness, in her Looks were seen,
And ev'ry Step, and ev'ry Glance, confess'd your Shape and Mien.

II.

When thus she spoke!
Why sits Eliza drooping here,
With serious Phiz, and thoughtful Air?
Come! come, the Weather's fine and clear.
Let's for a Walk prepare.
But hold!
What Implements are here?
Preserve my Sight, what's this I view?
Compasses, Scales, and Quadrant too:
With Diagrams describ'd around:
Thou'rt in a magick Circle bound.
Then, with a Stamp, cry'd Thus I set thee free!
And break th' Inchantments of Geometry.

III.

Your Zeal mistook, or how it came to pass
I know not, but you broke a Glass:
And in the Morning so it was:
The Glass was perfect when I went to Bed,
The Key was laid behind my Head.
Judge then how pow'rful is a Woman's Spleen!
That thus thro' Locks and solid Walls
Cou'd find a way between.