The Dream of His Soul
The Dream of his Soul, in flesh and blood-- Not to possess, but only to see-- Was given him, for an hour: Ah, fool, he lingered longer,-- The Dream died like the shadow of a Star!
Dhan Gopal Mukerji
The Dream of his Soul, in flesh and blood-- Not to possess, but only to see-- Was given him, for an hour: Ah, fool, he lingered longer,-- The Dream died like the shadow of a Star!
A man is granted the one thing his soul most longs for—not to own it, but simply to see it. It comes to him in living form, but only for an hour. That limit is the whole point: the vision is a gift, brief and delicate. Yet he cannot let go.
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