Dream Verse

Right before I woke up this morning I had a dream, and in it I was holding a page of poetry which was supposed to be chanted, sort of like an Indian chant. I remember the first several lines of the poetry:

He who remains is-A
What he really will B
As you can plainly C
Individuali-D

It went on for two columns, down the entire page, with some but hardly all lines ending in a letter of the alphabet, and most of those not in alphabetical order.

Ah yes, "In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure-dome decree..."