Walter Scott,
My Aunt Margaret's Mirror
“ AUNT MARGARET’S MIRROR. “There are times When Fancy plays her gambols, in despite Even of our watchful senses—when in sooth Substance seems shadow, shadow substance seems— When the broad, palpable, and mark’d partition ‘Twixt that which is and is not seems dissolved, As if the mental eye gain’d power to gaze Beyond the limits of the existing world. Such hours of shadowy dreams I better love Than all the gross realities of life.” ”
