For my own part,
I have never had a thought,
which I could not set down in words
with even more distinctness
than that which I conceived it.
There is, however, a class of
fancies, of exquisite delicacy
which are not thoughts and to
which as yet I have found it
absolutely impossible
to adapt to language.
These fancies arise in the soul
(alas how rarely!) only at epochs
of most intense tranquility,
when the bodily and mental health
are in perfection and at those
mere points of time where the
confines of the waking world
blend with the world of dreams.
And so I captured this fancy
where all that we see or seem
is but a dream within a dream.