Madison Cawein: Waste Land (1813)

                        I looked again—
And man and dog were gone,
Like wisps of the graying dawn...

Charlotte Mew: The Farmer's Bride (1916)

She sleeps up in the attic there
Alone, poor maid.

Spandau Ballet: Through The Barricades (1986)

Born on different sides of life
We feel the same and feel all of this strife,
So come to me when I'm asleep,
We'll cross the line
And dance upon the street.

Vivienne Haigh-Wood: Song in the Night (1926)

Ah dream don't leave me
Dream, don't fade away
Dream, dream don't desert me
To endure the day.

Lyndall Gordon: T.S. Eliot, An Imperfect Life (1998)

«If I have not seen the battlefields, I have seen other strange things... and it all seems like a dream» he tried to explain to Eleanor [Hinkley].

William Shakespeare: Medida por medida, III, vv.32-34

La vida no merece ser cuidada porque pasa como una siesta, unensueño entre la juventud y la vejez.

Citada extraída de las notas de T. S. Eliot: The Waste Land