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.

My dreams have become puny with the reality my life has become.