A Loaf Of Bread, A Jug Of

I Hide My Distress, Just Likethe Blessed Birds Hide Themselveswhen They Are Preparing To Die. Wine! Wine, Roses, Music And Yourindifference To My Sadness, My Loved-one!

Fools, Your Reward Is Neither Here Nor There.

Heaven But The Vision Of Fulfilled Desire, And Hell The Shadow From A Soul On Fire.

The Stars Are Setting And The Caravan Starts For The Dawn Of Nothing-oh, Make Haste!

The Grape That Can With Logic Absolute The Two-and-seventy Jarring Sects Confute: The Sovereign Alchemist That In A Trice Life's Leaden Metal Into Gold Transmute.