The poem
WE air tired who follow after Phantasy and truth that flies: You with only look and laughter Stain our hearts with richest dyes.
When you break upon our study Vanish all our frosty cares; As the diamond deep grows ruddy, Filled with morning unawares.
With the stuff that dreams are made of But an empty house we build: Glooms we are ourselves afraid of, By the ancient starlight chilled.
All unwise in thought or duty— Still our wisdom envies you: We who lack the living beauty Half our secret knowledge rue.
Thought nor fear in you nor dreaming Veil the light with mist about; Joy, as through a crystal gleaming, Flashes from the gay heart out.
Pain and penitence forsaking, Hearts like cloisters dim and grey, By your laughter lured, awaking Join with you the dance of day.