WHATEVER IS
Whatever is we only know
As in our minds we find it so;
No staring fact is half so clear
As one dim, preconceived idea –-
No matter how the fact may glow.
Vainly may Truth her trumpet blow
To stir our minds; like heavy dough
They stick to what they think -- won’t hear
Whatever is.
Our ancient myths in solid row
Stand up -- we simply have to go
And choke each fiction old and dear
Before the modest facts appear;
Then we may grasp, reluctant, slow,
Whatever is.
Whatever is we only know
As in our minds we find it so;
No staring fact is half so clear
As one dim, preconceived idea –-
No matter how the fact may glow.
Vainly may Truth her trumpet blow
To stir our minds; like heavy dough
They stick to what they think -- won’t hear
Whatever is.
Our ancient myths in solid row
Stand up -- we simply have to go
And choke each fiction old and dear
Before the modest facts appear;
Then we may grasp, reluctant, slow,
Whatever is.