GIVE thou this day to paganry thy heart, And burn thy fool conventions in the sun. A vagabond of freedom, rise and run, And every prohibition tear apart. Come, bid adieu to all that stifles art: Kiss lovely women ere their beauty dies; If truth is cold -- then warm thy soul with lies More lovely than a decalogue or chart! Commandments are the safeguards of a fool. The dreamer heeds them not, for he has found One law in love that banishes them all. His days are truant to all creed and rule; And vagrantly he goes as that wild sound When loons cry laughter at a world in thrall. |