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.
Philosophy
Edith Nesbit
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Poem topics: I love you, life, sun, grass, shadow, pretty, illusion, love, world, I miss you, real, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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