For Poets, Workmen, Women, and Children in Orphanages

With wine or with faith, with love or with song, Let me be drunken all my life long. On hills of ecstasy, in troughs of pain, Never more sober, never more sane. For I lived too long in a den Of sane and solemn men. Each merciless as a beast. And my spirit was their feast. They sucked my soul from me All for the sake of holy Uniformity.