Autobiography of a Madman
Autobiography of a Madman
Easter
Human souls, daffodil bulbs
Buried in the earth
Push your golden faces
Like April fireworks.
Summer, winter, birth and death
By polished light of dawn
Shine O shine, thy countenance
Upon earth's emerald lawn.
I think I shall enjoy you now
As all earth's enterprise
In case one spring-time you or me
Or neither does arise.