Poets and priestly class denote and show
The shops of those who blow the glass
What pity! the mad frequents the wilds and lanes,
To smash these shops, this way he does not pass.
Few know that madness can with case display
A myriad crafts, accomplishments and skill,
Provided one can completely wean it of
The wastes and deserts, from gorge and bill.
The concourse as well as the air of school
Accord with it and tickle its sense of joy
As lonely site and haunt for him aren't must,
At school he never feels cast down or coy.