Chapter LXXVIII

Two laughing cherubs bent above me,
That look’d like Cupids sent to love me,
Laughing with all their elfin might,
The very sculpture of delight;
Their curly locks, and merry eyes,
And their full voices’ melodies,
The very vision, to recall
My soul, without too sad a fall;
The very link I needed, given,
So wild with Earth, so full of Heaven!
And as I woke, they flew away,
A pair of cherubs—imp and fay,
In mischief, merry o’er their fun,
That they had plagu’d a sleepy one,
Yet screaming in their happy laughter,
Lest I should up, and follow after.