All Reasoning’s Analogy
If sleep death's image truly be,
There's naught to fear. But those things we
Consider similar are so
Because we chose them. Who's to know
But all resemblances are error?
The sleep of death no metaphor
With aught of truth - so on, so forth
And all our estimates of worth
Likewise in disarray. If one
Were free enough to see it, then
There'd be no hindrance: the visible
A book, which fills the world until
One starts from it, making the room seem
New. The visible a dream.