PHANTASMAGORIA
I scrutinized my own being—and find there a world… but a world rather of
imagination and dim desires, than of distinctness, or living power, and or
chasing wealth. Then everything swims before my senses, after the rediscovery, and ours
reset—I just want to smile…
Drab! It is within your prison walls smeared
with brilliant figures and marvelous landscapes, I am living a melliflous dream,
whilst tittered wide-awake, and purely in the teetotaler`s manner—that even
from scratch, shall I stop, or start and pursue some old familiar one—where never did I ever thought, that another hopeful chance, could transcend a
dithered heart to glint once more, then shall it exculpate o`er and shine the ever
brightest.