Wed, June 20
... Suddenly
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As 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 in herit--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
infinite ||
abyss
posted at 5:58 p.m.