"What pleased was but a dream; alas! a sheer

  Reality is this my waking bane;

  My joy a dream and prompt to disappear,

  No dream my cruel and tormenting pain.

  Ah! wherefore what I seemed to see and hear,

  Cannot I, waking, see and hear again?

  What ails ye, wretched eyes, that closed ye show

  Unreal good, and open but on woe?