A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was,

Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye;

And of gay castles in the clouds that pass,

Forever flushing round a summer sky:

There eke the soft delights that witchingly

Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast,

And the calm pleasures always hover'd nigh;

But whate'er smack'd of noyance or unrest

Was far, far off expell'd from this delicious nest.

James Thomson (1700-1748): The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 6.