Suppressed Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson — οἱ ρἑοντες

I

All thoughts, all creeds, all dreams are true, All visions wild and strange;

Man is the measure of all truth Unto himself.

All truth is change: All men do walk in sleep, and all Have faith in that they dream: For all things are as they seem to all, And all things flow like a stream.

II

There is no rest, no calm, no pause, Nor good nor ill, nor light nor shade, Nor essence nor eternal laws: For nothing is, but all is made, But if I dream that all these are, They are to me for that I dream;

For all things are as they seem to all, And all things flow like a stream.

Argal.

--This very opinion is only true relatively to the flowing philosophers.

(Tennyson's note.

) XXIV

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