???? 'Tis to create, and in creating live???? A being more intense, that we endow???? With form our fancy, gaining as we give???? The life we image, even as I do now.???? What am I? Nothing: but not so art thou???? Soul of my thought! With whom I traverse earth???? Invisible but gazing, as I glow???? Mix'd with thy spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings' dearth.
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I stealFrom all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feelWhat I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
But first, on earth as vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent, Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race. There from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life, Yet loathe the banquet which perforceMust feed thy livid living corse. Thy victims ere they yet expireShall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
Let us have wine and woman, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda water the day after. Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; The best of life is but intoxication: Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunkThe hopes of all men, and of every nation; Without their sap, how branchless were the trunkOf life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion: But to return--Get very drunk; and whenYou wake with head-ache, you shall see what then.