O, thou lofty visionary,
With the mastery of conceit,
Bring thy pen to thy inkwell,
Yet, abandon the priestly cloth.
For, as a poet thou art just,
But as a priest thou art
The foul marriage of all opposites
And their incomparable things.
O, thou lofty visionary,
With the mastery of conceit,
Bring thy pen to thy inkwell,
Yet, abandon the priestly cloth.
For, as a poet thou art just,
But as a priest thou art
The foul marriage of all opposites
And their incomparable things.