Classic Poem

Only Love is real,
Life is a dream and I as a dream pass by.

My fellow-creatures
Are marionettes that swing thro' space;

Like gyrating figures
They pass in a pageant of myriad color;

Even as I, too, pass
Moved by the unseen strings that shift the scene.

And I know not why
There is all this weeping and laughter upon earth.

All things are but shadows,
Life is a dream and I as a dream pass by.

Only Love is real,
Only the face of Love as it lies on my heart.