Too much Joy??

I try not to devote too many days worthof thinking to one thing. I am easly obssed and it seems to be happeing again. Beautifl young tragic genious really affects me. It makes me doubt myself mankind and certianly most woman. The tragady of Ian and others like him...Yes even Adam(Ant) stays in my mind and plays like a broken record. I cannot get them out. This when I truly Wonder about the inner wrokings of my mind and my own prattling with the muse of tragedy or would it be comedey. Its like a a farce or a Molier play (I wish he had been a Britt for a more heartfelt refrance on my part.) I think it is time to leave the power of Joy for the chemicl depandancy of Bez and The Happy Modays. To me there is too much Joy!!!

He walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in his aspect and his eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light	5
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er his face,	10
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,	15
But tell of days in goodness spent,—
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.