No! Mad? Not I! But subtle analyst Even in my grief; yet for a moment borne On to sardonic laughter of a grim scorn Against the everlasting Ironist! -- But feel the even blood-beat on my wrist With your enquiring thumb -- am I not calm, Again as you? Press on my brow your palm -- Where is the fever? Smite with knuckled fist Against my crossed leg at the swinging knee -- My nerves are steady, good neurologist, -- And with firm art's supreme austerity, I still can draw the face I once had kissed. . . Can still report the voice. . . The tale shall be Unfolded to the uttermost. . . Then list: | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FAREWELL [TO C.E.G.] by CHARLES KINGSLEY THE JOURNEY ONWARDS by THOMAS MOORE THE PIKER'S RUBAIYAT by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS GIBBON by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES EPITAPH ON MR. JOHN SMYTH, CHAPLAIN TO THE EARL OF PEMBROKE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THREE WOMEN: FIAMMETTA by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR ADDRESS INTENDED TO BE RECITED AT THE CALEDONIA MEETING by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |