"And poets' eyes see wondrous things.
Great mysteries of flowers and wings,
And marvels of the earth and sea
And sky, they tell us constantly.
"But we can never prove them right,
Because we lack their finer sight;
And they, lest we should think them wrong,
Weave their strange stories into song
"So beautiful, so seeming-true,
So confidently stated too,
That we, not knowing yes or no,
Can only hope they may be so."
"But, grandpapa, no tale should close
With ifs or buts or may-be-sos;
So let us play we're poets, too,
And then we'll know that this is true."
THE END
THE WORKS OF WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS
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