Poem by Edith Nesbit

Philosophy

   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.

1. In the People’s Park
2. The Day of Judgment
3. The Mother’s Prayer
4. The Despot
5. Windflowers

Emily Dickinson Philosophy ("It might be easier")

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