{For my own part
I have never had a thought which I could not set down in words
With even more distinctness than that with 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 weird 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}

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