"For I could be King and Overlord
In the wondrous realm of the written word,
Am King there ... in my dreams.
So, loving dreams, this life I choose—
The tramp's with tattered coat and shoes,
Yet happier than it seems.
"Thus, oh! my dreams, you grow not old,
No process dims you, leaves you cold,
Immortal, bright, you come,
And if you come not, I am wise,