“Some say that gleams of a remoter world
Visit the soul in sleep, — that death is slumber,
And that its shapes the busy thoughts outnumber
Of those who wake and live.”

—  Percy Bysshe Shelley

Mont Blanc http://www.readprint.com/work-1366/Percy-Bysshe-Shelley (1816), st. 3

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English Romantic poet 1792–1822

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