I said unto the world one day:
        «I suspect thee of existence!»
And the world showed a smiled resistance
        To what I did say.
«Let us go to court», he replied; «go we
Before a Court both wise and rare.

Let Reason one judge of our cause be;
Imagination be also there
And Feeling the judges our cause to hear.»
We went before the Court, and Reason
Said to me: «Thy crime is half‑treason!
The World's acquitted of what thou say'st:
        Of existence 'tis guilty not.
This by the written code of Thought
        In the pages of Unrest.»
(I was but in the costs condemned
Of the suit I lost as play;
But those, they leave me poor and yet
        Are more than I can pay.)