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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.