Ending of Clay
I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls
With vassals and serfs at my side,
And of all who assembled within those walls
That I was the hope and the pride.
I had riches too great to count; could boast
Of a high ancestral name,
But I also dreamt, which pleased me most,
That you loved me still the same.
I believe writing like this inspires the function of the mind so much more than could possibly be understood, to live in the presence of greatness always.
I haven't read to many lines from James Joyce, but to this day, 7/9/2014 I'm making it a point to read all of his Novels and works.
The style of writing that James Joyce provides a steady imaginative platform, to conceive the thoughtfulness of James Joyce.
I suggest Dubliners as a must read for anyone.