Nietzsche

The subtle point that God is one, The German sage could not perceive: Clear sight and mind are both a must, So that this point one may conceive.

The flights of fancy, like a dart, Can hit the dome of azure sky: He casts his noose on moon and sun That seem so far above and high.

Although his natural bent of mind From stains and blemish is quite free; His soul this dormant fact betrays, He yearns for life replete with spree.