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First Canto By Lord Byron Our life is twofold: Sleep hath its own world. A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of Joy; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being; they become A portion of ourselves as of our time, And look like hearlds of Eternity; They pass like spirits of the past, --- they speak Like Sibyls of the future; they have power --- The tyranny of pleasure and of pain; They make us what we were not --- what they will, And shake us with the vision thats gone by, The dread of vanishd shadows --- Are they so? Is not the past all shadow? --- What are they? Creations of the mind? --- The mind can make Substance, and people planets of its own With beings brighter than have been, and give A breath to forms which can outlive all flesh. I would recall a vision which I dreamd Perchance in sleep --- for, in itself, a thought, A slumbering thought, is capable of years, And curdles a long life into one hour.
Posted on: Mon, 28 Oct 2013 18:06:22 +0000

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