to be built, and a stately garden thereunto. And thus ten miles of fertile ground were inclosed with a wall."* The Author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines; if that indeed can be called composition in which all the images rose up before him as things, with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions, without any sensation or consciousness of effort. On awaking he appeared to himself to have a distinct recollection of the whole, and taking his pen, ink, and paper, instantly and eagerly wrote down the lines that are here preserved. At this moment he was unfortunately called out by a person on business from Porlock, and detained by him above an hour, and on his return to his room, found, to his no small surprise and mortification, that though he still retained some vague and dim recollection of the general purport† of the vision, yet, with the exception of some eight or ten scattered lines and images, all the rest had passed away like the images on the surface of a stream into which a stone has been cast, but, alas! without the after restoration of the latter. Yet from the still surviving recollections in his mind, *The exact words are these:-"In Xamdu did Cublai Can build a stately Palace, encompassing sixteene miles of plaine ground with a wall, wherein are fertile Meddowes, pleasant Springs, delightfull Streames, and all sorts of beasts of chase and game, and in the middest thereof a sumptuous house of pleasure."-PURCHAS his Pilgrimage: Lond. fol. 1626, Bk. 4. chap. 13, p. 418.—ED. + Purpose-1816. the Author has frequently purposed to finish for himself what had been originally, as it were, given to him. Αύριον* ἅδιον ἄσω : but the to-morrow is yet to come. As a contrast to this vision, I have annexed a fragment of a very different character, describing with equal fidelity the dream of pain and disease.] 1816. N Xanadu did Kubla Khan IN A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran . Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced : * Σαμερον 1816. And here were, &c.-1816. And folding-ib. Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Five miles meandering with a mazy motion The shadow of the dome of pleasure Where was heard the mingled measure It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer And on her dulcimer she play'd, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! THE PAINS OF SLEEP. ERE on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray My spirit I to Love compose, No wish conceived, no thought exprest, A sense o'er all my soul imprest But yester-night I pray'd aloud Up-starting from the fiendish crowd Of shapes and thoughts that tortured me: * Drank-1816. A lurid light, a trampling throng, And whom I scorn'd, those only strong! So two nights pass'd: the night's dismay Sadden'd and stunn'd the coming day. Sleep, the wide blessing, seem'd to me Distemper's worst calamity. The third night, when my own loud scream And having thus by tears subdued To natures deepliest stain'd with sin,— For aye entempesting anew The unfathomable hell within The horror of their deeds to view, |