Poem by Edith Nesbit

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.

1. The Stolen God
2. The Vault
3. Saturday Song
4. Seed-Time and Harvest
5. The Daisies

Ella Wilcox Philosophy ("At morn the wise man walked abroad")

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