Date: Thu, 20 Jun 1996 08:08:35
From: Hirch Ra
Subject: (de)parting 'vr'
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 idly spread, -- behind, lurk Fear And Hope, twin Destinies, who ever weave Their shadows 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. --
winking out along the veil, bon voyage, friends, acquaintances, strangers-- hr