It remains, still, one of my favourites; and as the dream of Stonehenge disintegrates...

<b>A Dream of Solstice</b>

<i>Qual è colüi che sognando vede,
che dopo 'l sogno la passione impressa
rimane, e l'altro a la mente non riede,
cotal son io...</i>

Dante, <i>Paradiso</i>, Canto xxxiii

Like somebody who sees things when he's dreaming
And after the dream lives with the aftermath
Of what he felt, no other trace remaining,

So I live now, for what I saw departs
And is almost lost, although a distilled sweetness
Still drops from it into my inner heart...