That the Sum Sanity by Dylan Thomas — Read

That the sum sanity might add to nought / And matrons ring the harebells on their lips, / Girls woo the weather through the Sabbath night / And rock twin floods upon their starry laps,

I would enforce the black apparelled flocks, / And raise a hallelujah to the Lamb, / Trace on my breast a covert crucifix; / I would be woven at the Sabbath loom.

I would be woven a religious shape;

That earth might reel upon its block of reason / I would resound the heavens with my homage, / I would make genuflexion with the sheep / That men might holla, when the dawn has risen, / At day burnt bright by one fanatic image.