Hast never come to thee an hour,
A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles, fashions, wealth?
These eager business aims–books, politics, art, amours,
To utter nothingness?
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.
Hast never come to thee an hour,
A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles, fashions, wealth?
These eager business aims–books, politics, art, amours,
To utter nothingness?