Truth Is a Passion Uncontrolled by Sense
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|Truth is a passion uncontrolled by
What we know is seldom more than what we think.
Each touch of the world seems a revelation,
Neither shaped by words nor sifted through sensation,
The thing itself, untamed, the longed-for link:
Yet the bride forever keeps her innocence.
Nestled in each word is a
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