Now come sweet fairies to fly you in your dreams
While solemn night is sleeping in your brow.
Mayhap a mountaintop of silver-shining beams,
Or fount of flowerbells to softly ring you now.
Then, up as though awake, coarse gilt of guilt
To toss, and never see not evermore,
But do in naked action all thou wilt.
Be rich in spirit, brave man, not a poor,
And dare those fears you fear-ed much to dare,
And step, triumphant, off a ledge in air.
Bounce, waken true, plan, prepare for you
The passions of a life; see things a-new!
Make dreams the driving force of you real might
And man your barricade like rebel gone to fight!