Never lover true is he
Who lamenteth dolefully;
Lover he, who in his bold
Hath the double world controlled.

Lover true is passionate
Selfbood’s world to recreate,
Not content to be enfurled
By a bounded, finite world.

Wakeful heart was never given
Europe’s scientist.by heaven;
All that God has marked him by
Is the speculative eye.

Love he knows not, and the Brain
Snake like bites into his vein,
Even though his golden cup
Flowing ruby filleth up.

Take the lees I give ; for lo!
In the taverns that I know
Aged vintner never more
Stands, the young, fierce wine to pour