Lyrics Hundred Waters – Sonnet

Lift not the painted veil which those who live
Call life: though unreal shapes be pictured here
And it but mimic all we would believe
with colours idly spread, — behind lurk fear

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