The unhappy pa**ionate ones, at war with themselves,
On one road of intellect,
And another of pa**ion,
With the imagination to conceive heaven,
And the willful self-a**ertion that creates hell.
They chanted ‘nothing too much'
And yet excessive in everything,
In pure thought, poetry, religion and sin.
The combination of pa**ion and intellect that made them great.
Neither alone would have transformed them.