of its practitioners, like poetry,
like painting, dance, or ev’ry art,
pain and toil, labor and sacrifice
mind, like limb
like bow-stroke on a violin, or brush-stroke on a page
is weak by nature: dull, dim, faint
all our faculties, like autumn leaves,
like ancien régime, or crumbled-down façade,
are fallen, troubled, and woe’d
loose the mind from surly bond!
set intellect free by striving hard!
free from ruinous decay, and
free from foolish sluggery
with ev’ry breath sing higher note
by ev’ry step climb further up
so deliver to the self
what wisdom may be found.