 | The Poetical Works of David Macbeth Moir |  |
XX.
And what of the bewilder'd Poet,On whom had fallen this flowery vision?
Cruel it seems, yet Truth must show it,—
He started from his dream Elysian;
But if 'twas at an Angel's calling,
Sure 'twas a fallen one; his eyes
And ears were shut from Paradise,
To listen—to the watchman bawling!
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