You must lie upon the daisies and discourse
In novel phrases of your complicated state of mind
The meaning doesn't matter
If it's only idle chatter
Of a transcendental kind
And everyone will say,
As you walk your mystic way,
"If this young man expresses himself
In terms too deep for me
Why, what a very singularly deep young man
This deep young man must be!"
Sir William Schwenck Gilbert
