Preface

To the few who love me and whom I love – to those who feel rather than to those who think – to the dreamers and those who put faith in dreams as in the only realities – I offer this Book of Truths, not in its character of Truth-Teller, but for the Beauty that abounds in its Truth; constituting it true. To these I present the composition as an Art-Product alone: – let us say as a Romance; or, if I be not urging too lofty a claim, as a Poem.

What I here propound is true: – therefore it cannot die: – or if by any means it be now trodden down so that it die, it will ›rise again to the Life Everlasting.‹

Nevertheless it is as a Poem only that I wish this work to be judged after I am dead.

E.A.P.