I closed my eyes, and kept them close
and the balls like pulses beat:
For the sky and the sea and the sea and the sky
lay like a load on my weary eye;
and the dead were at my feet.
It is for each person to experiment how they will, within the bounds of the law. Addictions are behavioral, but who would stop someone who produces imagery such as this?
The moving moon went up the sky
and nowhere did abide.
Softly she was going up
and a star or two beside.
Her beams bemocked the sultry main
like April hoar-frost spread.
But where the ship's huge shadow lay
the charmed waters burnt alway
a dim and awful red.
Beyond the shadow of the ship
I watched the water snakes.
They moved in tracts of shining white
and when they reared, the elfish light
fell off in hoary flakes.
Within the shadow of the ship
I watched their rich attire.
Blue, glossy green, and velvet black:
They coiled and swam, and every track
was a flash of golden fire.
O! Happy living things, no tongue
thy beauty might declare.
A spring of love gushed from my heart
and I blessed them, unaware.
Sure my kind saint took pity on me
and I blessed them unaware.
I don't suggest you memorize too much poetry. Rather get stoned.