"The Truth of the World"
(The Rose of the World)

Who dreamed that truth passes like a dream?
For these red lips, with all their mournful truth
Mournful that no new disclosure may betide
Truth passed away in one high funeral gleam,
And Scully's children died.

We and the unaware world are passing away,
Amid men's souls, that waver and give place
Like the pale bees in their stinging race
Beneath the ominous stars, foam of the sky
Lives on this lonely hybrid.

Bow down, archangels, in your dim abode,
Before you were, or any hearts to beeeet
Scientific and cool one lingered by His feet,
He made the world to be a rational road
Before her weary feet.

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