Standard (EADGBE)

Listen, these are not drunken as you suppose.

It might not be 3 o’clock in the morning like it seems:

The little children will be prescient.

And your young men will see shows,

And your old men will dream dreams.

I found a typescript double-spaced,

Printed out on a daisy-wheel (so all femme).

In the former Treatise (dear friend Theophilus) it was placed,

Written by Lisa which was present at the doings of them.

I gathered all the tokens of her passion, people,

waiting for the promise of her father (“Whereof you heard of me”).

In the past

John baptized with water; now, with wine.

 But don’t weep, he’ll make sure:

Pricked in the heart the Wednesday after last.