FROM THE NOVEL OF EMMELINE. <br />WHEN welcome slumber sets my spirit free, <br />Forth to fictitious happiness it flies, <br />And where Elysian bowers of bliss arise, <br />I seem, my Emmeline--to meet with thee! <br />Ah! Fancy then, dissolving human ties, <br />Gives me the wishes of my soul to see; <br />Tears of fond pity fill thy soften'd eyes: <br />In heavenly harmony--our hearts agree. <br />Alas! these joys are mine in dreams alone, <br />When cruel Reason abdicates her throne! <br />Her harsh return condemns me to complain <br />Through life unpitied, unrelieved, unknown. <br />And as the dear delusions leave my brain, <br />She bids the truth recur--with aggravated pain.<br /><br />Charlotte Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxxviii-5/
