Our revels now are ended: These our actors - As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air; And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Wunderbar
ReplyDeleteSo wonderful that I kept watching without taking photographs for at least an hour.
DeleteOur revels now are ended: These our actors -
ReplyDeleteAs I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
~ The Tempest
Mammatus clouds are a rare sight
Ach, Prospero.
DeleteIndeed, they are. At least in and around Seanhenge.