What glows golden in a certain light
Reveals itself to be but river, land and sky
Fading, as earth turns toward another night.
Home again,
I light a lamp to read by:
Reveals itself to be but river, land and sky
Fading, as earth turns toward another night.
Home again,
I light a lamp to read by:
"Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep."
-William Shakespeare
From The Tempest-
2 comments:
beautiful dreamer
This I dreamed last night..variation there of
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