Many Raptures Have I Felt
Many raptures have I felt
When thoughts sublime
Rise up from conscious blind
Akin to stars ascendant to crystal skies.
The mind's walls grow thin
And space starts to blur
And melancholy fits
Echo like lead balls
Rolling across a wooden floor.
Palpitates the heart
Shudders flood the skin
Prickling sensations plague the nerves
As I fly hither and thither across the floors
Fantastic phantasms
Drench the intellect's eye
Ah, my candle burns at both ends
It would not last the night
Yet ah, how it makes such
A blinding light!
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