In me too many voices cry ,
too many songs are sung;
and one will laugh and one will sigh
and one will chatter through the bone.

The bubbling of the lusty blood
counterpoints the fall of tears;
the song today has understood
is madness to tomorrow's ears.

So when I sing my song to you,
as valid as it seems,
how do we know that the song is true ?
or the song and listener dreams ?