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(Spoken)

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 Language.

these Fancies Arise In The Soul (Alas, How Rarely!) Only At Its Epochs Of Most Intense Tranquillity -- When The Bodily 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.