CopperKettle

Memory

For life is but a dream whose shapes return,
 Some frequently, some seldom, some by night
 And some by day, some night and day: we learn,
 The while all change and many vanish quite,
 In their recurrence with recurrent changes
 A certain seeming order; where this ranges
 We count things real; such is memory's might.

James Thomson, The City of Dreadful Night