The Mind
To —— [Go—you may call it madness, folly]
From Poems (1814)
The Mind
Go—you may call it madness, folly;
You shall not chase my gloom away.
There’s such a charm in melancholy,
I would not, if I could, be gay.
Oh, if you knew the pensive pleasure
That fills my bosom when I sigh,
You would not rob me of a treasure
Monarchs are too poor to buy.
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MLA
Rogers, Samuel. “To —— [Go—you may call it madness, folly].” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/rogers_s/10/.
Chicago
Rogers, Samuel. “To —— [Go—you may call it madness, folly].” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/rogers_s/10/.
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