If Thinkest thou from those lofty heights
Thou hast got any visionary insights,
Thou dost mislead thyself, as I might:
For I too have been up there in airplane,
Though now I ride my imagination’s tide:
Oftentimes have I got shaken up on both accounts:
Life’s whirlpools, Thought’s spirals
Doth not spare anyone!
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