■ 7 r ? ■ ... , ... r . ■ ■ ■ . ' >6" 7;.. '.„g POEMS WRITTEN IN 1817. MARIANNE’S DREAM. 1. A pale Dream came to a Lady fair, And said, ‘ ‘ A boon, a boon,- I pray! I know the secrets of the air; And things are lost in the glare of day, Which I can make the sleeping see If they will put their trust in me. 2. “And thou shalt know of things unknown, If thou wilt let me rest between The veiny lids whose fringe is thrown Over thine eyes so dark and sheen.’* And half in hope and half in fright The Lady closed her eyes so bright. 3- At first all deadly shapes were driven Tumultuously across her sleep, And o’er the vast cope of bending heaven All ghastly-visaged clouds did sweep; And the Lady ever looked to spy If the golden sun shone forth on high. 4- And, as towards the east she turned, She saw, aloft in the morning air Which now with hues of sunrise burned, A great black anchor rising there; And wherever the Lady turned her eyes It hung before her in the skies.