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 is 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
I capture this fancy where are all that we see, or seem
is but a dream within a dream