"Spontaneous Space"

What art thou, Life? The shadow of a dream:
The past and future dwell in thought alone;
The present, ere we note its flight, is gone;
And all ideal, vain, fantastic, seem.
Whence is thy source? And whither dost thou tend?
Death surely ends at once the dreamer and the dream.

from: Sonnet On Life, by Sir Brooke Boothby

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