Thy soul shall find itself alone โMid dark thoughts of the gray tombstoneโ Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not lonelinessโfor then The spirits of the dead who stood In life before thee are again In death around theeโand their will Shall overshadow thee: be still. [...]
Edgar Allan PoeA change fell upon all things. Strange brilliant flowers, star-shaped, burst out upon the trees where no flowers had been before. The tints of the green carpet deepened; and when, one by one, the white daisies shrank away, there sprang up, in place of them, ten by ten of the ruby-red asphodel. And life arose in our paths; for the tall flamingo hitherto unseen, with all gay glowing birds, flaunted his scarlet plumage before us. The golden and silver fish haunted the river.
Edgar Allan PoeYou are not wrong who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.
Edgar Allan Poe