“you know, my friends, with what a brave carouse
I made a second marriage in my house,—
  Divorced old barren Reason from my bed
And took the Daughter of the Vine to spouse.”

So sang the Lord of Poets. In a gleam
Of light that made her like an angel seem,
  The Daughter of the Vine said: “I myself
Am Reason, and the Other was a Dream...