@2T@1HERE is no truth! If here it ever dwelt, now it is dead; Cant and shrewd Custom flourish in its stead;— There is no truth! @3Her heart is holy-pure, and speaketh very sooth@1. There is no health! For all men with a sore disease are smit, Past help or hope, and all men die of it; There is no health! @3Her broken body shineth with unimagined wealth@1. There is no light,— But doubt, and secret dread, and shadow-dreams; Woeful we wander, following phantom gleams;— There is no light! @3And yet a homelit haven unfoldeth to her sight@1. There is no faith! Our sages disavow the ancient tales, Holding that when the breath fails, being fails; There is no faith! @3Let them persuade themselves! It is not so she saith@1. There is no love,— But only vanity, or passion, or pretence, Self-interest, instinctive social sense;— There is no love! @3This evil thing ye publish her woman-eyes disprove@1. |