Thou fool who treatest with the sword, and not br With the strong arm that wields it! Thou insane br Who seest the dew-drops on the lion's mane, br But dost forget the lion! Oh thou sot, br Hugging thy drunken dream! Thou idiot br Who makest a covenant against the rain br With autumn leaves! Thou atheist who dost chain br This miserable body that can rot, br And thinkest it Me! Fool! for the swordless arm br Shall strike thee dead. Madman, the lion wakes, br And with one shake is dry. Sot, the day breaks br Shall sober even thee. Idiot, one storm br And thou art bare.