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 e'er able to bring. But where creative beauty is ruling, there life and enjoyment Dwell; to the ne'er-changing One, thousands of new forms she gives.