The Soul of Art is heartless pleasure

My Dragon torn from Thy wing-shorn Mountain's womb

Must range all Skies to feather its Fafnir tomb

Our Stolen Suns, its bullion treasure

The Soul of Art is heartless pleasure.

Envoi- 

Prince! Save purloined, a but pyramid scheme is Oikos to Oikeiosis

 Prove Vaatsalya barren. Part Wine's Sea for Moses.