EPIGRAM
«I love my dreams», I said, a winter morn,
To the practical man, and he, in scorn,
Replied: «I am no slave of the Ideal,
But, as all men of sense, I love the Real.»
Poor fool, mistaking all that is and seems!
I love the Real when I love my dreams.
To the practical man, and he, in scorn,
Replied: «I am no slave of the Ideal,
But, as all men of sense, I love the Real.»
Poor fool, mistaking all that is and seems!
I love the Real when I love my dreams.
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