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 ****** 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
Simply one of the best works in existence. The main body is taken from PoesΒ Β work and slightly tweeked to form a splendid narative to Alan Parsons Tales of Mystety and Imagination read by Orson Wells.