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


Marinka said...

Your photographs looks really nice..I just discovered your blog and it is really nice

Cassidy said...

These are really beautiful photos. They go along perfectly with the poem.

Agathe P said...

@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!

Bryn said...

Woah, I especially love that last shot...so good! :)