Mad

"He is mad as a hare, poor fellow,
    And should be in chains," you say.
I haven't a doubt of your statement,
    But who isn't mad, I pray?
Why, the world is a great asylum,
    And people are all insane,
Gone daft with pleasure or folly,
    Or crazed with passion and pain.

The infant who shrieks at a shadow,
    The child with his Santa Claus faith,
The woman who worships Dame Fashion,
    Each man with his notions of death,
The miser who hoards up his earnings,
    The spendthrift who wastes them too soon,
The scholar grown blind in his delving,
    The lover who stares at the moon.

The poet who thinks life a paean,
    The cynic who thinks it a fraud,
The youth who goes seeking for pleasure,
    The preacher who dares talk of G...

"He is mad as a hare, poor fellow,
    And should be in chains," you say.
I haven't a doubt of your statement,
    But who isn't mad, I pray?
Why, the world is a great asylum,
    And people are all insane,
Gone daft with pleasure or folly,
    Or crazed with passion and pain.

The infant who shrieks at a shadow,
    The child with his Santa Claus faith,
The woman who worships Dame Fashion,
    Each man with his notions of death,
The miser who hoards up his earnings,
    The spendthrift who wastes them too soon,
The scholar grown blind in his delving,
    The lover who stares at the moon.

The poet who thinks life a pæan,
    The cynic who thinks it a fraud,
The youth who goes seeking for pleasure,
    The preacher who dares talk of Go...

In the rosy light of my day's fair morning,
    Ere ever a storm cloud darkened the west,
Ere even a shadow of night gave warning
    When life seemed only a pleasure quest,
Why then all humour and comedy scorning -
    I liked high tragedy best.

I liked the challenge, the fierce fought duel,
    With a death or a parting in every act.
I liked the villain to be more cruel
    Than the basest villain could be in fact:
For it fed the fires of my mind with the fuel
    Of the things that my life lacked.

But as time passed on, and I met real sorrow,
    And she played at night on the stage -my heart,
I found I could not forget on the morrow
    The pain I had felt in her tragic part.
For alas! no longer I needed to borrow
    My grief from the act...

I saw them sitting in the shade;
    The long green vines hung over,
But could not hide the gold-haired maid
    And Earl, my dark-eyed lover.
His arm was clasped so close, so close,
    Her eyes were softly lifted,
While his eyes drank the cheek of rose
    And breasts like snowflakes drifted.

A strange noise sounded in my brain;
    I was a guest unbidden.
I stole away, but came again
    With two knives snugly hidden.
I stood behind them.    Close they kissed,
    While eye to eye was speaking;
I aimed my steels, and neither missed
    The heart I sent it seeking.

There were two death-shrieks mingled so
    It seemed like one voice crying,
I laughed - it was such bliss, you know,
    To hear and see them dying.
I laughed and ...

Is any one sad in the world, I wonder?
    Does any one weep on a day like this,
With the sun above, and the green earth under?
    Why, what is life but a dream of bliss?

With the sun, and the skies, and the birds above me,
    Birds that sing as they wheel and fly -
With the winds to follow and say they love me -
    Who could be lonely? O ho, not I!

Somebody said, in the street this morning,
    As I opened my window to let in the light,
That the darkest day of the world was dawning;
    But I looked, and the East was a gorgeous sight.

One who claims that he knows about it
    Tells me the Earth is a vale of sin;
But I and the bees and the birds - we doubt it,
    And think it a world worth living in.

Some one says that hearts are fi...

Is anyone sad in the world, I wonder?
    Does anyone weep on a day like this,
With the sun above and the green earth under?
    Why, what is life but a dream of bliss?

With the sun and the skies and the birds above me,
    Birds that sing as they wheel and fly -
With the winds to follow and say they loved me -
    Who could be lonely?    O ho, not I!

Somebody said in the street this morning,
    As I opened my window to let in the light,
That the darkest day of the world was dawning;
    But I looked, and the East was a gorgeous sight

One who claims that he knows about it
    Tells me the Earth is a vale of sin;
But I and the bees and the birds - we doubt it,
    And think it a world worth living in.

Someone says that hearts are fickle...