Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
A truth looks freshest in the fashions of the day.
The white flower of a blameless life.
And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
The folly of all follies is to be love sick for a shadow.
Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.