Now That I'm Mad

Why don’t you visit me,

Why be so sad,

Twilight is wizardry

Now that I’m mad;

Moonbeams are paper chains

Drifting in lovers lanes

Life, merely labour pains

Or some passing fad.

 

Why don’t you visit me

Is it for shame?

What is in sanity

That sullies your name?

I’d rather seek delight

In some distant candle-light

Than worry the wanton night

At life’s cruel game.

 

David Lewis Paget

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