Classic Poem

Oh bliss, how dearly prized! Once more enchain
My weary soul; return, O Sleep, and shed
Thy dews upon my eyelids; round my head
Bid thy light visions float in airy train,
And foremost that enchantress bring again.
Oh bring her clad in smiles, and round her spread
The softened grace, the meekness that has fed
The flames of love, and bowed me to her reign.
Then come, sweet Sleep, to my fond soul be shown
That beauteous vision, smiling sweet and fair,
And banished from my pillow grief and care:
Too much of these my waking hours have known;
Ah why do those soft smiles but bless my dreams!
Why fly they when the early morning beams!