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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390148" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To One in Bedlam</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390148" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With delicate, mad hands, behind his sordid bars,<br>Surely he hath his posies, which they tear and twine;<br>Those scentless wisps of straw, that miserably line<br>His strait, caged universe, whereat the dull world stares,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390148" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Pedant and pitiful. O, how his rapt gaze wars<br>With their stupidity! Know they what dreams divine<br>Lift his long, laughing reveries like enchanted wine,<br>And make his melancholy germane to the stars'?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390148" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O lamentable brother! if those pity thee,<br>Am I not fain of all thy lone eyes promise me;<br>Half a fool's kingdom, far from men who sow and reap,<br>All their days, vanity? Better than mortal flowers,<br>Thy moon-kissed roses seem: better than love or sleep,<br>The star-crowned solitude of thine oblivious hours!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ernest+Christopher+Dowson">Ernest Christopher Dowson</a></strong></div>

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