For the heart whose doubts are legion It's a frightful, haunted lesson But for the enlightened spirits His wisdom holds many merits Never are his secrets exposed To the weak human eye unclosed So insists god who hath forbid The uplifting of our poor lids Built for discomfort Guilt for discomfort To every heart there is a ban Implanted in the guilt of man! But there is no one quite like him Who injects my soul with ark dreams A wisdom that in my veins glows, A rush of forbidden splendors, Corrupting the most zealous vows That soon would turn into terrors