I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
... and how could anyone believe
that anything in this world
is only what it appears to be—
that anything in this world
is only what it appears to be—