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Mad as the Mist and Snow
| Bolt and bar the shutter, | | For the foul winds blow: | | Our minds are at their best this night, | | And I seem to
know | | That everything outside us is | | Mad as the mist and snow. | | | | | | Horace there by Homer stands, | | Plato
stands below, | | And here is Tully’s open page. | | How many years ago | | Were you and I unlettered lads | | Mad
as the mist and snow? | | | | | | You ask what makes me sigh, old friend, | | What makes me shudder so? | | I shudder
and I sigh to think | | That even Cicero | | And many-minded Homer were | | Mad as the mist and snow. |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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