Is it that in some brighter sphere <br />We part from friends we meet with here? <br />Or do we see the Future pass <br />Over the Present’s dusky glass? <br />Or what is that that makes us seem <br />To patch up fragments of a dream, <br />Part of which comes true, and part <br />Beats and trembles in the heart?<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragment-is-it-that-in-some-brighter-sphere/
