I bear a god within the brain
that beasts know nothing of
It makes me give against the grain
in the very name of love
By it the infant and the old,
the halt, diseased, insane
are kept from violence, hunger, cold
that in the beast-world reign
But I at best am centaur still,
god-vision trapped in flesh,
my selfish heart defeats my will,
my mindless loins unleash
Now in the haunts of passion slain
its flesh become a clod
the beast is sleeping, and in its brain
revives the fallen god