Life is a dream, like love; and from the dream
If we may wake, we never find it what
‘We would; for the wisdom ofa mightier mind
Leads us in its own ways
To a perfected praise.
Crassus.
‘Why are these shadows thrown across the lawn
From the elms and yews? They were not wont to reach
Beyond the branches of that copper-beech.
Aucta.
Attend the dawn
Of an unknown comet, that shall come
From the unfathomable weils of space
Into its halidom,
Crassus.
I know it not. Last night I walked alone
Here, and saw nothing.
Autcta.
I was not with yout
There is no God upon the eternal throne
Of stars begemming the bewildering blue
Unless one has the eyes to see him. Think
How we two stand upon the brink
Of nothingt Here's a globe, whereto we trust,
No larger than the smallest speck of dust
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