Hope means that someone believes the earth

Is not a dream, that it is living flesh;

That sight, touch, hearing tell the truth;

And that all the things we have known here

Are like a garden, looked at from the gate.

You can’t go in; but you can see it’s there.

And if we could see clearly and more wisely

We know we’d find in the world’s garden

Some new flower or undiscovered star.

Some people think our eyes deceive us; they say

That there is nothing but a pretty seeming:

And just these are the ones who don’t have hope.

They think that when a person turns away

The whole world vanishes behind his back

As if a clever thief had snatched it up.