Perhaps demented, perhaps mad I am
To such disdain my own Heaven-dealt hand
For something of a nature still unknown:
To anchor myself to another throne.
What shall one have to martyr to possess
The vague promise of future happiness--?
And yet, it cannot be contained or yielded.
It is I who must yield, who must be melded:
If this is madness, then let madness reign;
I'll sacrifice myself to bear its name.
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