The dream has sucked the sleeper of his faith - Dylan Thomas

I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.

My birthday began with the water-
Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name
Above the farms and the white horses
And I rose
In rainy autumn
And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.

Man’s wants remain unsatisfied till death.
Then, when his soul is naked, is he one
With the man in the wind, and the west moon,
With the harmonious thunder of the sun