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.
(Edith Nesbit)
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