Imagination’s spent on many pretty things,
All swaddled in sweet sense like songs the sirens sing;
But if you turn your eye from all that dazzles you,
A richer world of wonder will rise up into view.
For Wonder can’t be bought by travels, tales, or time:
For all that glitters is not gold, nor sings that is sublime.
But if you learn to see with eyes that pierce through shallow sights,
All life becomes a fairy tale, and darkness becomes light.