Classic Poetry - (The Maniac's Song & The Star - Ann Taylor)

I can practically guarantee that over 90 percent of the folks reading this post today are very familiar with Ann Taylor’s poetry. You may just not realize it yet.

The Maniac's Song

Bring me a garland, bring me a wreath;
Bring me a flower from the dank stream side;
Bring me a herb smelling sweetly of death,
Wet with the drowsy tide.
Haste to the pool with the green-weed breast,
Where the dark wave crawls through the sedge;
Where the bittern of the wilderness builds her nest,
In the flags of its oozy edge;