Bolt and bar the shutter, <br />For the foul winds blow: <br />Our minds are at their best this night, <br />And I seem to know <br />That everything outside us is <br />Mad as the mist and snow. <br /> <br />Horace there by Homer stands, <br />Plato stands below, <br />And here is Tully's open page. <br />How many years ago <br />Were you and I unlettered lads <br />Mad as the mist and snow? <br /> <br />You ask what makes me sigh, old friend, <br />What makes me shudder so? <br />I shudder and I sigh to think <br />That even Cicero <br />And many-minded Homer were <br />Mad as the mist and snow.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mad-as-the-mist-and-snow/
