30.07.2007, 10:22
Dore's Mansion
He lived in wonderland where fancy kind
Came at his beck and call, and led him through
More realms than Homer dreamed or Dante drew,
All pictured in his own creative mind;
It thrilled the world to see its dreams outlined
And fame came to him then with laurels meet,
While fortune poured its treasures at his feet;
But he wrapt in his own great art was blind
To lower aims, and deemed its heights could know
More rapture than the splendors of a throne;
So when success was his, and one unknown
Proposed, why don't you build a fine chateau?
He tapped his forehead, as he proudly said,
"Why should I build? My castle is my head."
He lived in wonderland where fancy kind
Came at his beck and call, and led him through
More realms than Homer dreamed or Dante drew,
All pictured in his own creative mind;
It thrilled the world to see its dreams outlined
And fame came to him then with laurels meet,
While fortune poured its treasures at his feet;
But he wrapt in his own great art was blind
To lower aims, and deemed its heights could know
More rapture than the splendors of a throne;
So when success was his, and one unknown
Proposed, why don't you build a fine chateau?
He tapped his forehead, as he proudly said,
"Why should I build? My castle is my head."