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, The Tempest
4 comments:
Your photographs looks really nice..I just discovered your blog and it is really nice
These are really beautiful photos. They go along perfectly with the poem.
@Marinka: thanks for your visit, and comments. Come back soon :-)
@Cassidy: yes, weird how the sea and the wind go especially well with Shakepseare's words... Genius!
Woah, I especially love that last shot...so good! :)
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