I’ll bark against the Dog Star
and crow away the morning,
I’ll chase the Moon till it be noon
and I’ll make her leave her horning.
But I will find bonny Maud, merry mad Maud and seek what e’er betides her,
Yet I will love beneath and above that dirty earth that hides her.
I’ll crack the Poles asunder,
strange things I will devise on.
I’ll beat my brain against Charles’s Wain
and grasp the round horizon.
I’ll sail upon a millstone,
and make the sea gods wonder.
I’ll plunge in the deep till I wake asleep
and I’ll tear the rocks in sunder.
i’ll search the caves of Slumber,
and please her in a night dream.
'll tumble her into Lawrence's fen
and hang myself in a sun-beam.
Loving Mad Tom ~ cited from Mark S. Bauer A Mind Apart: Poems of Melancholy, Madness and Addiction