"Tell me where dwell the thoughts, forgotten till thou call them forth?
Tell me where dwell the joys of old, and where the ancient loves,
And when will they renew again, and the night of oblivion past,
That I might traverse times and spaces far remote, and bring
Comforts into a present sorrow and a night of pain?
‘Thou knowest that the ancient trees seen by thine eyes have fruit;
But knowest thou that trees and fruits flourish upon the earth
To gratify senses unknown—trees, beasts, and birds unknown;
Unknown, not unperceiv’d, spread in the infinite microscope,
In places yet unvisited by the voyager, and in worlds
Over another kind of seas, and in atmospheres unknown?
When thou awakest wilt thou dissemble thy secret joys,
Or wert thou awake when all this mystery was disclos’d?"
Visions of the Daughters of Albion c.1795 William Blake