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A. E. Stallings
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The Sibyl Speaks
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The tall gates leading out are two:
One for false dreams, one for true.
And all the visions sleepers see,
Through gates of Horn or Ivory
Fly from the cave of Night at dusk:
False dreams through the gates of tusk,
True dreams through the gates of horn,
Returning to their roosts at morn,
Where the nightmares, by their knees
Hang upside down, like bats in trees,
And folded to their shoulders clings
The bald contraption of their wings.
Which is the gate you shall pass through?
Are you false or are you true?
If true, because we are not dreams?
If false, since nothing is but seems?
Exit through ivory, not horn,
Back to the kingdom you were born.
The entrance to this place is lone,
Through which all pass, the gates of Bone.
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