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 One's ecstatic youth Proves true what has no proof in sense: And time strikes out the evidence But enters judgment on the rule, So that one's wisdom, learned fool, Knows only that the thing is true. But he had knowledge, for he knew His proofs and never tried their weight As evidence to demonstrate The truth of anything on earth Except themselves, and what was worth Believing of them. She was real: He knew because his hands could feel The bones that threatened in her wrist. And she proved nothing but the twist That was her way of beauty—not Some Beauty that he had forgot Nor Truth that now was past belief.