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.