from "The Dream"

When nights last hours like haunting spirits creep

With listning terrors round the couch of sleep

& midnight brooding with its deepest dye

Seizes on fear with dismal sympathy

I dreamd a dream of somthing kin to fate

Which superst[it]ions blackest thoughts create

Something half natural to the grave that seems

Which deaths long trance of slumber aptly dreams

A dream of staggering horrors & of dread

Whose shadows lingerd when the dream had fled

Clinging to memory with their gloomy view

Till doubt & fancy half believd it true

That time was come or seemd as it was come

When death no longer makes the grave its home

When waking spirits leave their earthly rest

To mix forever with the damnd or blest

When years in drowsey thousands counted bye

Then hung on minutes with their destiny

When life in terror drops its draining glass

& all thats mortal like to shadows pass

As neath approaching tempests sinks the sun

When time shall leave eternity begun

Life swoond in terror at that hours dread birth
& as in ague shook the fearful earth

MP I 325