I LET my soul drift with the thistledown br Afloat upon the honeymooning breeze; br My thoughts about the swelling buds are blown, br Blown with the golden dust of flowering trees. br br On fleeting gusts of desultory song, br I let my soul drift out into the Spring; br The Psyche flies and palpitates among br The palpitating creatures on the wing. br br Go, happy Soul! run fluid in the wave, br Vibrate in light, escape thy natal curse; br Go forth no longer as my body-slave, br But as the heir of all the Universe.