A Gentleman With A Pug Nose Is

I Was Never Really Insane Except Upon Occasions When My Heart Was Touched.

A Mystery, And A Dream, Should My Early Life Seem.

I Became Insane, With Long Intervals Of Horrible Sanity.

Men Have Called Me Mad; But The Question Is Not Yet Settled, Whether Madness Is Or Is Not The Loftiest Intelligence.

For Years Your Name Never Passed My Lips, While My Soul Drank In, With A Delirious Thirst, All That Was Uttered In My Presence Respecting You.