Truth

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Truth

It is not that I have not sought thy face

Ceaselessly through the world’s eternal lie,

More than all things and throughout every place,

Which having seen I were content to die.

But I have sought thee and I have not found;

Wherefore my soul is banish’d from delight,

And sitteth joyless as a madman bound

Seeing vain visions in the loathed night.

I know not even that I do not know,

But all things waver before me to and fro;

As one half head that would be dead I lie.

And thou, Death, if thy face be really fair,

I know not, or but renewal of vanity;

Wherefore mine eyes have seen the last despair.