'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.�