The eyes of the portraits on the wall <br /> Look at me, follow me, <br /> Stare incessantly: <br /> I take it their glance means nothing at all? <br /> - Clearly, oh clearly! Nothing at all ... <br /> <br /> Out in the gardens by the lake <br /> The sleeping peacocks suddenly wake; <br /> Out in the gardens, moonlit and forlorn, <br /> Each of them sounds his mournful horn: <br /> Shrill peals that waver and crack and break. <br /> What can have made the peacocks wake?<br /><br />Aldous Huxley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/panic-24/
