I Have of Late by Sweetpea's Wayne

I Have of Late

by Sweetpea's Wayne .........................................

I HAVE OF LATE

I have of late,
but wherefore I know not,
lost all my mirth.
This goodly frame,
the earth,
seems to me a sterile promontory.
This most excellent canopy,
the air -- look you!
This brave o'erhanging firmament,
this majestical roof --
fretted with golden fire --
why it appears no other thing to me
than a foul and pestilent congregation
of vapors.

from Hair

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