Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there,
And it but mimic all we would believe
With colours idly spread, - behind, lurk Fear
And Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weave
Their shadows, o'er the chasm, sightless and drear.
I knew one who had lifted it - he sought,
For his lost heart was tender, things to love,
But found them not, alas! nor was there aught
The world contains, the which he could approve.
Though the unheeding many he did move,
A splendour among shadows, a bright blog
Upon this gloomy scene, a Spirit that strove
For truth, and like the Preacher found it not
By Percy Bysshe Shelley
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