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
Other Ralph Vaughan Williams songs:
all Ralph Vaughan Williams songs all songs from 1925