The joyous Paradise of Fools
Has space to spare for young and old;
There Love is infinitely bold,
And there his altar never cools:

For neighbour oars on silent pools,
For comrade feet in meads of gold,
The joyous Paradise of Fools
Has space to spare, — for young and old.

But once we leave its fairy Rules
For Reason's realm of doubt and cold,
Our eyes may never more behold
That dear despair of all the Schools, —
The joyous Paradise of Fools.