Dreamt I today the dream of yesternight, <br />Sleep ever feigning one evolving theme - <br />Of my two lives which should I call the dream? <br />Which action vanity? Which vision sight? <br />Some greater waking must pronounce aright, <br />If aught abides still of the things that seem, <br />And with both currents swell the flooded stream <br />Into an ocean infinite of light. <br /> <br />Even such a dream I dream, and know full well <br />My waking passes like a midnight spell, <br />But know not if my dreaming could break through <br />Into the deeps of heaven and of hell. <br />I know but this of all I would I knew: <br />Truth is a dream, unless my dream is true.<br /><br />George Santayana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-v/
