A Dream of Heaven

Though Sleep Death's Image be, I have been now,
I know not where, convey'd I know not how!
Where something did appear so dazling bright,
I could not see its Glory, for the Light.
My Soul supriz'd with Wonder; and amaze,
Methought I pray'd, and did forbear to gaze:
Frighted and pleased at what I lik'd, and fear'd,
I found it was a Dream of Heaven appear'd;
Which waking fled; but did my Fancy fill
With blessed Ideas, which abide there still
With such transporting joy, that I can weep
To think of what I had, and could not keep.