“In that soft season, when

descending showers

Call forth the greens,

and wake the rising flowers,

When opening buds

salute the welcome day,

And earth relenting feels

the genial ray;

As balmy sleep had

charm’d my cares to rest,

And love itself was

banish’d from my breast,

(What time the morn

mysterious visions brings,

While purer slumbers

spread their golden wings)

A train of phantoms in

wild order rose,

And join’d, this intellectual scene

compose.”