We read the pagan sacred books with profit and delight. With myth and fable we are ever charmed and find a pleasure in the endless repetition of the beautiful poetic and absurd. We find in all these records of the past philosophies and dreams and efforts stained with tears of great and tender souls who tried to pierce the mystery of life and death to answer the eternal questions of the Whence and Whither and vainly sought to make with bits of shattered glass a mirror that would in very truth reflect the face and form of Natures perfect self.These myths were born of hopes and fears and tears and smiles and they were touched and colored by all there is of joy and grief between the rosy dawn of birth and deaths sad night. They clothed even the stars with passion and gave to gods the faults and frailties of the sons of men. In them the winds and waves were music and all the lakes and streams and springsthe mountains woods and perfumed dells were haunted by a thousand fairy forms. They thrilled the veins of Spring with tremulous desire made tawny Summers billowed breast the throne and home of love filled Autumns arms with sun-kissed grapes and gathered sheaves and pictured Winter as a weak old king who felt like Lear upon his withered face Cordelias tears. These myths though false are beautiful and have for many ages and in countless ways enriched the heart and kindled thought. But if the world were taught that all these things are true and all inspired of God and that eternal punishment will be the lot of him who dares deny or doubt the sweetest myth of all the Fable World would lose its beauty and become a scorned and hateful thing to every brave and thoughtful man.
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Our revels now are ended. These our actorsAs I foretold you were all spirits andAre melted into air into thin airAnd like the baseless fabric of this visionThe cloud-cappd towrs the gorgeous palacesThe solemn temples the great glove itselfYea all which it inherit shall dissolveAnd like this insubstantial pageant faded Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuffAs dreams are made on and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep.
All things that are are with more spirit chased than enjoyd.
Romeo I dreamt a dream tonight.Mercutio And so did I.Romeo Well what was yoursMercutio That dreamers often lie.
...and then in dreaming The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me that when I waked I cried to dream again.
For some must watch while some must sleep So runs the world away
True I talk of dreamsWhich are the children of an idle brainBegot of nothing but vain fantasyWhich is as thin of substance as the airAnd more inconstant than the wind who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the northAnd being angerd puffs away from thenceTurning his side to the dew-dropping south.
All days are nights to see till I see thee And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.