THE FEAR OF MADNESS
by: Lucretia Davidson (1808-1825)
- HERE is something which I dread,
- It is a dark, a fearful thing;
- It steals along with withering tread,
- Or sweeps on wild destruction's wing.
- That thought comes o'er me in the hour
- Of grief, of sickness, or of sadness;
- 'Tis not the dread of death--'tis more,
- It is the dread of madness.
- O! may these throbbing pulses pause,
- Forgetful of their feverish course;
- May this hot brain, which, burning, glows
- With all its fiery whirlpool's force,
- Be cold, and motionless, and still,
- A tenant of its lowly bed,
- But let not dark delirium steal--
POEMS BY LUCRETIA DAVIDSON
"The Fear of Madness"
is reprinted from Poetical Remains of the Late Lucretia Maria
Davidson, Collected and Arranged by Her Mother. Lucretia
Maria Davidson. Philadelphia: Lea and Blanchard, 1841.