Thompson, Priscilla Jane
|AN UNROMANTIC AWAKENING.|
I FELL asleep, and had a dream--
Which even now, doth linger near;
Methought, that in my arms, I held,
One who to me, is very dear;
I drank her warm breath rapt'ously,
As her soft arms my neck entwined--
She pressed a kiss-- it was too much!
I woke in trembling joy divine.
It was too much, indeed, for me;
What were my feelings, when I found--
The certainty of my fair love,
Was, cuddling in my lap, my hound?
I rose and dashed him savagely
Upon the ground, with one sound kick--
And as my slumb' ring sense returned,
I saw him marching, double quick.