How superficial is the mind of man!
Unhappiness, which I see everywhere,
Comes often from the thought those things are true
A momentary culture entertains,
While underneath the pull and thrust of pain
Savages those who do not understand
But have to live. Oh, how we have to live!

* *

It has gone, the old mystery
And I stand bleakly before the rain:
The church tower sinks among trees;
Only mist remains
- Cloud fallen upon us.
O let it be
Heavier than earth upon us.

* * *

All things askew: the wind
Blows from a distant forest
Composing Sibyl's leaves.

The thought is aloft, carried
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