Mad Sonnet + 

Lo, in the night I cry out, in the night, + 

God! and my voice shall howl into the sky! + 

I am weary of seeing shapeless things that fly, + 

And flap into my face in their vile flight; + 

I am weary of dead things that crowd into my sight, + 

I am weary of hearing horrible corpses that cry, + 

God! I am weary of that lidless Eye + 

That comes and stares at me, O God of light! + 

All, all the world is become a dead blur, + 

God! God! and I, stricken with hideous blight, + 

Crouch in the black corners, and I dare not stir. + 

I am aweary of my evil plight. + 

If thou art not a dead corpse in thy sky, + 

Send thou down Death into my loathed sty! + 