LIFE
XI
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.
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.
XII
I ASKED no other thing,
No other was denied.
I offered Being for it;
The mighty merchant smiled.
No other was denied.
I offered Being for it;
The mighty merchant smiled.
Brazil? He twirled a button,
Without a glance my way:
“But, madam, is there nothing else
That we can show to-day?”
Without a glance my way:
“But, madam, is there nothing else
That we can show to-day?”
XIII
THE soul selects her own society,
Then shuts the door;
On her divine majority
Obtrude no more.
Then shuts the door;
On her divine majority
Obtrude no more.
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