Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye.
The things of which we want the proof are those we know the best.
I imagine therefore I belong and am free.
One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.
I see thee better in the dark I do not need a light.
Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea Past the houses, past the headlands Into deep eternity! Bred as we, among the mountains Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land?