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 colded 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.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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