172 THE POEMS OF ANNE �A Bumper fetch : Quoth she, a Halter Since nothing less thy Tone can alter, Or break this Habit thou'st been getting, To keep thy Throat in constant wetting. �THE MUSSULMAN'S DREAM OF THE VIZIER AND �DERVIS �Where is that World, to which the Fancy flies, When Sleep excludes the Present from our Eyes; Whose Map no Voyager cou'd e'er design, Nor to Description its wild Parts confine? Yet such a Land of Dreams We must allow, Who nightly trace it, tho' we know not how: Unfetter' d by the Days obtruded Rules, We All enjoy that Paradise of Fools ; And find a Sorrow, in resuming Sense, Which breaks some free Delight, and snatches us from thence. 10 �Thus! in a Dream, a Mussulman was shown A Vizir, whom he formerly had known, When at the Port he bore deputed Sway, And made the Nations with a Nod obey. Now all serene, and splendid was his Brow, Whilst ready Waiters to his Orders bow; His Residence, an artful Garden seem'd, Adorn'd with all, that pleasant he esteem'd; Full of Reward, his glorious Lot appear'd, As with the Sight, our Dreamer's Mind was chear'd; But turning, next he saw a dreadful Sight, 21 �Which fill'd his Soul with Wonder and Affright, Pursu'd by Fiends, a wretched Dervis fled Through scorching Plains, which to wide Distance spread ; ��� �
