Love Is . . . A Madness

Madness In Great Ones Must Not Unwatched Go.

Sorrow Breaks Seasons And Reposing Hours, Makes The Night Morning, And The Noontide Night.

Ay Me! Sad Hours Seem Long.

Words Without Thoughts Never To Heaven Go.

Alack, The Night Comes On, And The Bleak Winds Do Sorely Ruffle; For Many Miles About There's Scarce A Bush.