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Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
-Mary Oliver
-Mary Oliver
Lift not the painted veil which those who live
Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there,
And it but mimic all we would believe
With colours idley spread, --behind, lurk Fear
And Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weave
Their shadow, o'er the chasm, sightless and drear.
I knew one who had lifted it--he sought,
For his lost heart was tender, things to love,
But found them not, alas! nor was there aught
The world contains, the which he could approve.
Through the unheeding many he did move,
A splendour among shadows, a bright blot
Upon this gloomy scene, a Spirit that strove
For truth, and like the Preacher found it not.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley
Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there,
And it but mimic all we would believe
With colours idley spread, --behind, lurk Fear
And Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weave
Their shadow, o'er the chasm, sightless and drear.
I knew one who had lifted it--he sought,
For his lost heart was tender, things to love,
But found them not, alas! nor was there aught
The world contains, the which he could approve.
Through the unheeding many he did move,
A splendour among shadows, a bright blot
Upon this gloomy scene, a Spirit that strove
For truth, and like the Preacher found it not.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley