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A Dream
WHAT time fair TITAN in the zenith sat | |
| And equally the fixèd poles did heat; | |
| When to my flock my daily woes I chat, | |
| And underneath a broad beech took my seat: | |
| The dreaming god, which MORPHEUS Poets call, | 5 |
| Augmenting fuel to my Etna’s fire, | |
| With sleep possessing my weak senses all, | |
| In apparitions makes my hopes aspire. | |
| Methought I saw the Nymph I would embrace, | |
| With arms abroad, coming to me for help: | 10 |
| A lust-led Satyr having her in chase; | |
| Which after her, about the fields, did yelp. | |
| I seeing my Love in perplexed plight, | |
| A sturdy bat from off an oak I reft; | |
| And with the ravisher continued fight | 15 |
| Till breathless I upon the earth him left. | |
| Then when my coy Nymph saw her breathless foe, | |
| With kisses kind she gratifies my pain; | |
| Protesting never rigour more to show. | |
| Happy was I this good hap to obtain. | 20 |
| But drowsy slumbers, flying to their cell, | |
| My sudden joy convertèd was to bale. | |
| My wontèd sorrows still with me do dwell. | |
| I lookèd round about on hill and dale: | |
| But I could neither my fair CHLORIS view; | 25 |
| Not yet the Satyr, which erst while I slew. | |
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