Nihil Humani Alienum

In the loud waking world I come and go, And yet the twofold gates of dreams are mine; I have seen the battle-lightnings round me shine, And won the stillness of Hawaiian snow; The votary’s sad surrender do I know; Joy have I had of passion and of wine; Nor shines the light of poesy less divine Though science’s white cressets round me glow. Yet never in me are these things at feud; They make one sum of rapture; in my heart Their memories rise and glow, a living good; Dreams, banquets, battles, prayers, carousals, art, All form for me a vital brotherhood; From nothing human let me hold apart!