MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

UTOPIA.

"I can dream, sir,

If I eat well and sleep well.

The Mad Lover.

IF I could scare the sun away,
No light should ever shine;
If I could bid the clouds obey,
Thick darkness should be mine:

Where'er my weary footsteps roam,
I hate whate'er I see;

And Fancy builds a fairer home

In Slumber's hour for me.

I had a vision yesternight

Of a fairer land than this,

Where Heaven was clothed in warmth and light, Where Earth was full of bliss;

And every tree was rich with fruits,

And every field with flowers,

And every zephyr wakened lutes

In passion-haunted bowers.

I clambered up a lofty rock,

And did not find it steep;

I read through a page and a half of Locke,

And did not fall asleep.

I said whate'er I may but feel,

I paid whate'er I owe ;

And I danced one day an Irish reel
With the gout in every toe.

And I was more than six feet high,
And fortunate and wise;

And I had a voice of melody,

And beautiful black eyes;

My horses like the lightning went,

My barrels carried true;

And I held my tongue at an argument,

And winning cards at Loo.

I saw an old Italian priest,

Who spoke without disguise ;

And I dined with a Judge who swore, like Best,

All libels should be lies.

I bought for a penny a two-penny loaf

Of wheat, and nothing more;

I danced with a female philosopher
Who was not quite a bore.

There was a crop of wheat which grew
Where plough was never brought;
There was a noble lord who knew
What he was never taught.

There was a scheme in the gazette
For a lottery without blanks;
And a Parliament had lately met,
Without a single Bankes.

And there were Kings who never went

To cuffs for half a crown; And Lawyers who were eloquent

Without a wig or gown:

And Statesmen who forebore to praise

Their grayhounds and their guns;

And Poets who deserved the bays,

And did not dread the duns;