In the flask that here I hold
Both the worlds one may behold;
Wheres the vision, to divine
The wide vista that is mine?
Madman comes again to town
Crying clamour up and down:
See, a hundred riots start
From the passion of my heart.
Grieve not foolishly, my friend,
Lest the dark of night descend;
Lo, the brand upon my brow
Gleams in starry splendour now.
Take me for thy comrade true;
Yet I fear, if so thou do,
Thou hast not the strength to bear
The vast tumult I prepare