Thou art a dreaming thing, A fever of thyself.
Real are the dreams of Gods, and smoothly pass Their pleasures in a long immortal dream.
one of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind's imagining into another
...I leaped headlong into the Sea, and thereby have become more acquainted with the Soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks, than if I had stayed upon the green shore, and piped a silly pipe, and took tea and comfortable advice.
was it a vision or a waking dream? Fled is that music--do I wake or sleep?
The excellence of every Art is its intensity.