Dwellers above, beneath the ground,
Shall live contented in that time;
No subtle growths shall e'er confound
Their natural joy and instinct prime.
Not such as those who planned to nought
And groped (wise fools!) beyond their ken
Scarce knowing what they loved or sought—
Those subtle growths, those weary men—
Shall dwell earth's inexperienced brood
In natural joy and instinct prime;