[35.] That I might ever dream thus
I
That I might ever dream thus, that some power
To my eternal sleep would joyn this hour,
So willingly deceiv'd I might possess
In seeming joys a real happiness:
Death, I would gladly bow beneath thy charms,
If thou couldst bring my Doris to my arms;
That thus at last made happy I might prove
In life the hell, in death the heaven of love.
II
Hast not away so soon, mock not my joys
With the delusive sight, or empty noyse
Of happiness; Oh do not dissipate
A pleasure thou so lately didst create.
Shadows of life or death do such bliss give,
That 'tis an equal curse to wake or live;
Stay then kind sleep, be ever here confin'd;
Or if thou wilt away, leave her behind.
