i am naked going without fear
the dragon for to kiss, that
in such wise i may be borne
from convention far and wide
to search the lightless lands in bliss
to taste the wisdom of the tide
eschew not that which is so near
as these soft waters of the mind
that Form and Thought so closely shaped
should blend their piercing light,
cold fetters of the soul, unbind!
to swim in knowledge of the night