O! it is pleasant with a heart at ease, <br />Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies, <br />To make the shifting clouds be what you please, <br />Or let the easily persuaded eyes <br />Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould <br />Of a friend's fancy; or with head bent low <br />And cheek aslant see rivers flow of gold <br />'Twixt crimson banks; and then, a traveller, go <br />From mount to mount through Cloudland, gorgeous land! <br />Or list'ning to the tide, with closed sight, <br />Be that blind bard, who on the Chian strand <br />By those deep sounds possessed with inward light <br />Beheld the Iliad and Odyssey <br />Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea.<br /><br />Samuel Taylor Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fancy-in-nubibus-or-the-poet-in-the-clouds/
