Gay heart

The venomous poison of creation
Is a circle of ambition;
It's the secret wish of desire,
To wish or to sire;
There is no more mean vexation,
But a potful of decision,
A winged bird,
A caged heart,
A windy, lovely, soothing sensation;
A whim of creation,
Never running damnation;
But a poet's song,
A gay heart,
And a cutting dilemma.