This day, O Soul, I give you a wondrous mirror;
Long in the dark, in tarnish and cloud it lay But the cloud has pass’d, and the tarnish gone;
Behold, O Soul! it is now a clean and bright mirror,
Faithfully showing you all the things of the world.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.
This day, O Soul, I give you a wondrous mirror;
Long in the dark, in tarnish and cloud it lay But the cloud has pass’d, and the tarnish gone;
Behold, O Soul! it is now a clean and bright mirror,
Faithfully showing you all the things of the world.