I ALL thoughts, all creeds, all dreams are true, All visions wild and strange; Man is the measure of all truth Unto himself. All truth is change. All men do walk in sleep, and all Have faith in that they dream: For all things are as they seem to all, And all things flow like a stream. II There is no rest, no calm, no pause, Nor good nor ill, nor light nor shade, Nor essence nor eternal laws: For nothing is, but all is made. But if I dream that all these are, They are to me for that I dream; For all things are as they seem to all, And all things flow like a stream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HELEN OF TROY by SARA TEASDALE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 27 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A VALEDICTION: OF THE BOOKE by JOHN DONNE A CHRISTMAS FOLK-SONG by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE ALAS! by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |