A coterie of nobodies without
A single new idea in all of them,
Encouraged by their foolish friends to doubt
What they don't understand and to condemn
The vast unknown. What can you say or do
To make them see the wonder of the deep
Unknowable, subjective mysteries
Seen yet unseen within the common view
Under the auspices of waking sleep?
They cannot think of dreams, nor will they seize
The moment that imagination shows.
Yet do not let them be: be firm, and try.
For 'tis a tragedy when wonder flows
Past anyone and slides beneath their eye.
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