Tempestuous delights do but slightly stain
The blissful innocence of ‘ere my brain;
Their wicked dischords do echo, refrain,
Rebound, vibrate, merge into melodious chain.
This musical tendency is my sanity’s bane;
In hopes of dashing all that is mundane
Insanity – ‘gainst its mighty chains –
do protest, and strain in hapless vain.
Incessant are its efforts, creator of its own pain
While sanity’s shore do e’er but wane.
To admit thus, is to invite abundant shame
Yet to deny thus, is to hypocritical claim
This wild, capricious insanity tame.
Their battlefield – my mind so plain –
Once scar’d, marr’d will ne’er be the same.
Delightful devils have not all angels slain –
Wherefore yours sincerely do remain
Poetically, exquisitely, proudly in sane.
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