To sleep, perchance to dream... Ay, there's the rub.
But thy dreams manifest in waking? Who
Would not scramble at that blesséd event?
Not I. For I need not scramble. In sleep,
Awake, am I not satisfied? Forsooth,
In all my mind, all states, she is not more than
A movement of the hands, the brief brain spark
And lo! There appears she in mind or fact.
Nay, I need not imagine. Dreams made real
Have been in my one life all of the while.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
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