That is solemn we have ended, —
Be it but a play,
Or a glee among the garrets,
Or a holiday,
Or a leaving home; or later,
Parting with a world
We have understood, for better
Still it be unfurled.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.
That is solemn we have ended, —
Be it but a play,
Or a glee among the garrets,
Or a holiday,
Or a leaving home; or later,
Parting with a world
We have understood, for better
Still it be unfurled.