"And by strange alchemy of brain
His pleasures always turn'd to pain --
His naivete to wild desire --
His wit to love -- his wine to fire
And so, being young and dipt in folly
I fell in love with melancholy."
--Edgar Allan Poe
His pleasures always turn'd to pain --
His naivete to wild desire --
His wit to love -- his wine to fire
And so, being young and dipt in folly
I fell in love with melancholy."
--Edgar Allan Poe
SHANE HELLMUTH