was it a vision or a waking dream? Fled is that music--do I wake or sleep?
The imagination may be compared to Adam's dream-he awoke and found it truth.
Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.
The thought, the deadly thought of solitude.
It keeps eternal whisperings around desolate shores
So rainbow-sided, touch'd with miseries, She seem'd, at once, some penanced lady elf, Some demon's mistress, or the demon's self.