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.
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[S:0 - Eureka, 1848]