To One in Bedlam
Ernest Dowson
1867 to 1900
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Am I not fain of all thy lone eyes promise me;
All their days, vanity? Better than mortal flowers,
His strait, caged universe, whereat the dull world stares.
The star-crowned solitude of thine oblivious hours!
Pedant and pitiful. O, how his rapt gaze wars
Thy moon-kissed roses seem: better than love or sleep,
With their stupidity! Know they what dreams divine
With delicate, mad hands, behind his sordid bars,
And make his melancholy germane to the stars'?
O lamentable brother! if those pity thee,
Half a fool's kingdom, far from men who sow and reap,
Those scentless wisps of straw that, miserable, line
Lift his long, laughing reveries like enchanted wine,
Surely he hath his posies, which they tear and twine;