第24章 POEM: PHILOSOPHY

The sulky sage scarce condescends to see This pretty world of sun and grass and leaves;

To him 'tis all illusion--only he Is real amid the visions he perceives.

No sage am I, and yet, by Love's decree, To me the world's a masque of shadows too, And I a shadow also--since to me The only real thing in life is--you.