"THE FANCY CAN NOT CHEAT SO WELL AS SHE IS FAMED TO DO, DECEIVING ELF"

"The fancy can not cheat so well as she is famed to do, deceiving elf." -John Keats

Well... I totally agree with this quotation. Do you?
Before, we get our verdict to agree or disagree, let us discuss this topic in detail................

 Fancy means to live in imaginative world. We sometimes take imagination as our rescuer from the hardships and troubles of this life. Getting tired of the routine life and the "chick chick" of this mechanical life, we turn to a life which only exists in our mind_ imaginative world. Just like when we are very young, we make our imaginary friends, similarly, when we are exhausted with the troubles of our life, we start imagining about another world, where everything around us, not only consoles us but also give us strength to stand fast. We start imagining the life we want it to be. We become a writer of our own imaginative life and it gives us great relief. We give mouth to our own characters and make them perform as we wish them to. They walk on the stage of our fancy life, as we choose them to walk. We may push them, threaten them, and force them to utter the words of our choice or even slay them... Well, slaying is a little exaggerating... Hahaha =D
This pretending world gives us so much pleasure that for a time being, we feel totally cleaned as if we have eons some prize. It is like a dose of some medicine that we have taken to leave this world.
But... Can this fancy cheat is so well? Can this give us everlasting escape from the troubles of our lives? No...I think it can't. It may make us relieved or relaxed for sometime, but can never give us perpetual happiness. We have to come back to the world in order to face the black side of life. Sometimes, when we are plunged back to reality, the thorns seem more sharp and poisoness. They cut us thoroughly and make us bleed immensely. We loose our strength and start panting. Tremors of weekness give us jolts and make us more feeble.

But sometimes, the result is totally opposite. We feel so relaxed after being in the safety of our own happy life that we think that what ever may come on our way, we can tackle it well. We raise ourselves like shields. Nothing deteriorates us. We strengthen our defence like a call of a frost and try to resolve the problems at our best.

Whether, we get weak or become strong_ it is very vivid and clear that imagination can not keep us in our lustrous would for a long time. That is thy John Keats has called it "deceiving elf"_ it can deceive us for a short time but then we have to face all the cruelties and hardships of life with our eyes wide open.