Fairy land

A wanderer, here by fortune tost, / My way, my friends, my courser lost, / I ne'er before, believe me, fair, / Have ever drawn your mountain air, / Till on this lake's romantic strand, / I found a fay in fairy land.

Ecstasy bears a strong resemblance to catalepsy: in both cases the patients, during the paroxysm, lose all connexion with the physical world, being deprived of sense and voluntary motion; but in ecstasy, associations of the most pleasing and enchanting nature are established with an ideal existence in an unknown region, which might perhaps be poetically designated the fairy land of an undescried Elysium.

The fanciful fables of fairy land are but allegories of the young poet's mind when the sweet spell is upon him.

Who would rot on the moor-side forgotten, / Slaughtered bickering for some petty town, / While the rich East blooms fragrant before us, / And all fairy land beckons us on?