Do you recall the wondrous brazen vase, Fish'd up long since in an Arabian night, Whence rose a thick columnar smoke, that was A fearful Djinn of more than mortal might? I am akin to it.—Within my womb, Hid in the fragrant stores therein that be, There dwells a kindly genius, that, from fume, Becomes to man embodied—Reverie! |