Imagination’s spent on many pretty things, All swaddled in sweet sense like songs the sirens sing; But if you turn your eye from all that dazzles you, A richer world of wonder will rise up into view. For wonder can’t be bought by travels, tales, or time: For all that glitters is not gold, nor sings that is sublime. But if you see with eyes that pierce through shallow sights, All life becomes a fairy tale, and darkness becomes light.
