the poet sleeps and they appear images so wondrous as to bring a tear they take his soul and slow his heart they fill his nights with beauty apart from all he knows in his awakened state and then they vanish into the great mystic
he awakens to his prosaic day bits remain of what he cannot say my most beautiful words are dreamed away
Quick note: At some point I had written on a piece of scrap paper 'He is resolved to say his most beautiful words are dreamed away.' I found it today as I was packing to move and actually threw it out without reading. I was going back to get a sippy cup lid I had also tossed but later found the mate and decided to read what was on the piece of paper when I spotted it. I wasn't even sure if I had written it or read it, so I googled the phrase and didn't find it. I had also edited out two words at the beginning of the phrase which solidified it to me. The mystic was speaking to me a little borrowing from Van Morrison 'Into the Mystic' https://youtu.be/CEvsDuJYEnI