MADNESS

by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

      HE lonely farm, the crowded street,
      The palace and the slum,
      Give welcome to my silent feet
      As, bearing gifts, I come.
       
      Last night a beggar crouched alone,
      A ragged helpless thing;
      I set him on a moonbeam throne--
      Today he is a king.
       
      Last night a king in orb and crown
      Held court with splendid cheer;
      Today he tears his purple gown
      And moans and shrieks in fear.
       
      Not iron bars, nor flashing spears,
      Not land, nor sky, nor sea,
      Nor love's artillery of tears
      Can keep mine own from me.
       
      Serene, unchanging, ever fair,
      I smile with secret mirth
      And in a net of mine own hair
      I swing the captive earth.

"Madness" was originally published in Trees and Other Poems. Joyce Kilmer. New York: George H. Doran Company, 1914.

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