(For A. K. K.)
What distant mountains thrill and glow
   Beneath our Lady Folly’s tread?
Why has she left us, wise in woe,
   Shrewd, practical, uncomforted?
We cannot love or dream or sing,
   We are too cynical to pray,
There is no joy in anything
   Since Lady Folly went away.
Many a knight and gentle maid,
   Whose glory shines from years gone by,
Through ignorance was unafraid
   And as a fool knew how to die.
Saint Folly rode beside Jehanne
   And broke the ranks of Hell with her,
And Folly’s smile shone brightly on
   Christ’s plaything, Brother Juniper.
Our minds are troubled and defiled
   By study in a weary school.
O for the folly of the child!
   The ready courage of the fool!
Lord, crush our knowledge utterly
   And make us humble, simple men;
And cleansed of wisdom, let us see
   Our Lady Folly’s face again.

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Created April 3, 2001; not revised.