observed oberon. "but how many recollections throng upon me, as i turn over these leaves! this scene came into my fancy as i walked along a hilly road, on a starlight october evening; in the pure and bracing air, i became all soul, and felt as if i could climb the sky, and run a race along the milky way. here is another tale, in which i wrapt myself during a dark and dreary night-ride in the month of march, till the rattling of the wheels and the voices of my companions seemed like faint sounds of a dream, and my visions a bright reality. that scribbled page describes shadows which i summoned to my bedside at midnight: they would not depart when i bade them; the gray dawn came, and found me wide awake and feverish, the victim of my own enchantments!"