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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