Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume VI. Fancy. 1904. | | | | Poems of Fancy: II. Fairies: Elves: Sprites | | Airy Nothings | | William Shakespeare (1564–1616) |
| | From “The Tempest,” Act IV. Sc. 1.
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-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, | 5 |
| 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 | 10 |
| Is rounded with a sleep. | | | | |
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