The world is woven all of dream and error
And but one sureness in our truth may lie -
That when we hold to aught our thinking`s mirror
We know it not by knowing it thereby.
For but one side of things the mirror knows,
And knows it scolded from its solidness.
A double lie its truth is; what it shows
By true show`s false and nowhere by true place.
Thought clouds our life`s day-sense with strangeness, yet
Never from strangeness more than that it`s strange
Doth buy our perplexed thinking, for we get
But the words` sense from words - knowledge, truth, change.
We know the world is false, not what is true.
Yet we think on, knowing we ne`er shall know...
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