Bottom's dream had no bottom; ours may, too, <br />Have no foundation. We may wake, indeed; <br />But all seems such a vision, none can say <br />(If aught's real) where reality begins. <br />What if we were dead now — if this were death, <br />And we had been alive long, long ago, <br />And here and now were in an after-life! <br />Thought sets us to a tune that we can sing; <br />But, like the rustic waked in fairyland, <br />It's all too hard for us to understand.<br /><br />Robert Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bottom-s-dream/
