Home Links An altered look about the hills Going to heaven! Come slowly, Eden! New feet within my garden go The rose did caper on her cheek The daisy follows soft the sun The gentian weaves her fringes Success is counted sweetest Our share of night to bear Soul, wilt thou toss again? Glee! the great storm is over! Airline tickets A wounded deer leaps highest Much madness is divinest sense

Much madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority In this, as all, prevails. Assent, and you are sane; Demur,— you’re straightway dangerous, And handled with a chain.