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TO THE HEAD-ACH.
Thou tyrant of the ling'ring hour!
Ah, why with me delight to rest?
Hence far away, tormenting pow'r!
Unwelcome guest!
With thee, sad visitant! I prove
The long, the melancholy day;
Ah! foe to peace! from me remove,
Thy dreaded sway.
Oft when I'd court ideal themes,
'Tis then thy leaden wings o'erspread
That seat of wild, fantastic dreams,
My weary head.
