As I live and am a man, this is an unexaggerated tale -- my dreams become the substances of my life.

As I live and am a man, this is an unexaggerated tale - my dreams become the substances of my life.

Hence, viper thoughts, that coil around my mind, Reality's dark dream!
I turn from you, and listen to the wind.

And so, his senses gradually wrapt In a half sleep, he dreams of better worlds, And dreaming hears thee still, O singing lark; That singest like an angel in the clouds.

My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.

What if you slept
And what if
In your sleep
You dreamed
And what if
In your dream
You went to heaven
And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower
And what if
When you awoke
You had that flower in you hand
Ah, what then?