The Lady lay upon her marriage-bed, And saw the Enchanted Pear of Coalston; fair As Eden’s tree, it rear’d its lovely head That look’d more sweet, as whispers said, Beware! For while the magic cornac flourish’d there, So spread and flourish’d Coalston’s rich estate; But the young bride long’d for a fruit so rare,— Now touch’d it—tasted—the enchantment ate— Awoke—it was a dream! but big with future fate.