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Edith Nesbit - Philosophy
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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.
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