A hidden, quaint, destructive thought,
crossed the paths I know.
And if another comes I’ll not
discourage the way it goes.
Neither moral nor good it cried
for deliverance to my mind.
All other habits turned and vied
to exclude my treasured find.
Curious, lost, and wonder-struck
I pulled it to the light.
My senses writhed at such ill-luck,
this chartered lack of sight.
I dragged you forward, exhilarant thought,
and eagerly let you show.
And I’m at last no longer caught
in all we’re supposed to know.
crossed the paths I know.
And if another comes I’ll not
discourage the way it goes.
Neither moral nor good it cried
for deliverance to my mind.
All other habits turned and vied
to exclude my treasured find.
Curious, lost, and wonder-struck
I pulled it to the light.
My senses writhed at such ill-luck,
this chartered lack of sight.
I dragged you forward, exhilarant thought,
and eagerly let you show.
And I’m at last no longer caught
in all we’re supposed to know.
