Go—you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away. There’s such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay. Oh, if you knew the pensive pleasure That fills my bosom when I sigh, You would not rob me of a treasure Monarchs are too poor to buy.
Samuel Rogers (30 July 1763 – 18 December 1855) was an English poet, banker, and philanthropist. He is considered an early Romantic poet. Quite famous during his own lifetime, he’s been outshined by the likes of Coleridge, Wordsworth, Keats, Byron and Shelley.