Wanted: a wayward, diffident, illogical spirit,
part jongleur, part gallowglass,
Who is known to wander old roads--
the snapping tatters of his motley robe
fingering the wind;
Who will eat the supper of sins on the casket;
Who will pass an endless night with the eternal virgin;
Who will gaze at a hunchback moon
and sing of the beauty of the skewed soul;
Who will smile sweetly ... singing just to me.