WHATEVER IS - A. H. Reginald Buller Poems


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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.