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REAL AND TRUE
Only the Beautiful is real!
All things of which our life is full,
All mysteries that life enwreathe,
Birth, life, and death,
All that we dread or darkly feel,—
All are but shadows, and the Beautiful
Alone is real.
All things of which our life is full,
All mysteries that life enwreathe,
Birth, life, and death,
All that we dread or darkly feel,—
All are but shadows, and the Beautiful
Alone is real.
Nothing but Love is true!
Earth's many lies, whirl'd upon Time's swift wheel,
Shift and repeat their state,—
Birth, life, and death,
And all that they bequeath
Of hope or memory, thus do alternate
Continually:
Love doth anneal,
Doth beauteously imbue,
The wine-cups of the archetypal Fate.
Earth's many lies, whirl'd upon Time's swift wheel,
Shift and repeat their state,—
Birth, life, and death,
And all that they bequeath
Of hope or memory, thus do alternate
Continually:
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Doth beauteously imbue,
The wine-cups of the archetypal Fate.
Love, Truth, and Beauty,—all are one!
If life may expiate
The wilderings of its dimness, death be known
But as the mighty ever-living gate
Into the Beautiful—
All things flow on
Into one Heart, into one Melody,
Eternally.
If life may expiate
The wilderings of its dimness, death be known
But as the mighty ever-living gate
Into the Beautiful—
All things flow on
Into one Heart, into one Melody,
Eternally.
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