When Hawthorne transports himself and the reader into this “hall of fantasy,” we are given a walking tour through this dwelling Hawthorne himself has created, and at one point arrive at the illustrious fountain of imagination. While the imaginative world, like this fountain, is such an enchanting spectacle to dabble in, its “intoxicating qualities” render it meaningless and unsatisfactory when we fail to keep contact with

In Robert Frost’s “Birches,” the reader once again is exposed to this idea as Frost daydreams about climbing the branches of a tree “toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, but dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back.” In this instant when the young boy is being propelled upward by the swinging birches, he is given the “half grant” of his wish to be swept away in his dreams. Just when he is about to completely escape from all of his aversions of the earthly world, losing himself in imagination and being catapulted freely into the sky, he is gently brought back down to earth. He has briefly experienced a limitless euphoria, but by the pull of gravity, this rapturous sensation is subdued for the time being as he is brought back to all that the beauty the actual world has to hold for him.

Both Nathaniel Hawthorne’s “The Hall of Fantasy” and Robert Frost’s “Birches” incite each of us to momentarily imagine an idealized world, but in the end we understand a world without perfections isn’t necessarily so perfect after all. Our dreams grant each of us a “universal passport” of sorts, allowing us to experience fleeting moments of freedom from the burdens of everyday life. A typical p

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