With soul self-blind
Do n't struggle on merely at last to find
The best of life, the dream, is left behind.
Why desperately!
Struggle and strive? after long years to see
Substance alone has no reality.
To find, alas!
The starry glitter in the mountain pass,
The light you climbed for is no star, but glass.
Help, one and all!
Dreamers we need, not workmen, for the wall
The Tower of Beauty that shall never fall.