That prose is a verse, and verse is a prose; convincing all, by demonstrating plain – poetic souls delight in prose insane - Lord Byron

The Scene of the Drama is amongst the Higher Alps — partly in the Castle of Manfred, and partly in the Mountains

And feeling, in a poet, is the source
Of others' feeling; but they are such liars,
And take all colours — like the hands of dyers.

Too high for common selfishness, he could
At times resign his own for others’ good,
But not in pity, not because he ought,
But in some strange perversity of thought,
That swayed him onward with a secret pride
To do what few or none would do beside;
And this same impulse would, in tempting time,
Mislead his spirit equally in crime;
So much he soared beyond, or sunk beneath,
The men with whom he felt condemned to breathe,
And longed by good or ill to separate
Himself from all who shared his mortal state.