Our senses can but teach what seems, Never what is; not truth, but dreams. The passing pictures fade away While yesterday becomes to-day; Neither the pictures while they fade , Nor the swift moments while surveyed, Are more than counterfeits which pass Mockingly mirrored on the glass.
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