Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream wi
Poetry isn't my strong point, but I think that my guess is what I would use. [ I am reminded of Archibald MacLeish's final poetic line: A poem should not mean, but be.