Webbed Roots

Waiting for the ice to thaw
 Grains of sand begin to fall
 Disbelief in what you saw
 True perfection with a flaw
 Peaceful despair
 Deep in my mind
 Hangs in the air
 Frozen in time
 Peaceful despair
 Deep in my mind
 Hangs in the air
 Frozen in time
 Our revels are now 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
 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
 Peaceful despair
 Deep in my mind
 Hangs in the air
 Frozen in time
 Peaceful despair
 Deep in my mind
 Hangs in the air
 For the last time