And from where wings are clipped, Held by branches these thorns hold, Ere mine how soft is brought to fall,…
False Insanity
But I am not insane, if not so, The art I am, if it be not so low, The angels…
Rights of Mad
Noon dispel the grueling fear, Moon despair an hour this night, Gone are the trees I chopped away, Bound are…
Mad reason
Sanity whose feigns that groans; But linger fares their way behest, Chastise their minds about, a lot; Green their ways…
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