The spell is broke; the charm is flown! <br />Thus is it with life's fitful fever: <br />We madly smile when we should groan: <br />Delirium is our best deceiver. <br /> <br />Each lucid interval of thought <br />Recalls the woes of Nature's charter; <br />And he that acts as wise men ought, <br />But lives, as saints have died, a martyr.<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-spell-is-broke-the-charm-is-flown/
