Mad as the Mist and Snow

Bolt and bar the shutter
for the foul winds blow
our minds are at theit best this night
and I seem to know
that everything outside us is
mad as the mist and snow
Horace there by homer stands
Plato stands below
and here is Tully’s open page
how many years ago
were you and I unlettered lads
mad as the mist and snow?
You ask what makes me sigh, old friend
what makes me shudder so?
I shudder and sigh to think
that even Cicero
and manyminded Homer were
Mad as the mist and snow