Is This Is A Dream? O, If

Tomorrow Is The Mysterious, Unknown Guest.

It Is Curious To Note The Old Sea-margins Of Human Thought! Each Subsiding Century Reveals Some New Mystery; We Build Where Monsters Used To Hide Themselves.

Out Of The Shadows Of Night The World Rolls Into Light.

The Air Of Summer Was Sweeter Than Wine.

And The Night Shall Be Filled With Music, And The Cares, That Infest The Day, Shall Fold Their Tents Like The Arabs, And Silently Steal Away.