-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.â?
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.â?