Men that think

Be damned, you cheeks, be damned and sink;

Body, bend double, sag and shrink;

Go dry, poor skin, go thin and dry;

Sweet Light, collect in neither eye;

Body, be damned-shall I not find

Your faults redeemed by my unfailing Mind?

A Mind that's strong enough to bear

A Dream-child every day of the year;

A Spirit full of young desire,

With growing pains, to reach up higher-

Is there no joy for men that think?

Body, be damned, bend double, sag and shrink!

Fools have their second childhood, but the great

Still keep their first, and have their second state.