Many are good and wise; yet all
for one only reckon,
For tis conception, alas, rules them, and not a fond heart.
Sad is the sway of conception,-from thousandfold varying figures,
Needy and empty but one it is eer able to bring.
But where creative beauty is ruling, there life and enjoyment
Dwell; to the neer-changing One, thousands of new forms she gives.