This is a reproduction of Illustrations of Miss Maniac.

Around my brain there is a chain, and o'er my fevered soul
A darkness like that solemn gloom which once through Egypt stole;
Sometimes I feel, but know not why, a fire within me burn,
And visions fierce and terrible, pursue where'er I turn;
Then I forget that earth is earth, and that myself am life,
And nature seems to die away in darkness, hell and strife.
But when my phrenzied fit is o'er, a dreary hour comes on, — 
A consciousness of unknown things, — of reason overthrown.
Cold runs my blood from vein to vein — all vacant is mine eye,
And in my ears a sound of death, and dread eternity!
Then one by one my thoughts return, and from my grated cell
I gaze upon the mountain fir, the steep and woody dell;
And as I listen to the stream that dashes far below,
I pine for freedom as a joy I never more can know.
Beyond those far blue hills, I feel, was once my home of bliss,
And there my father's cottage stood, — a roof more blest than this.
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This book has absurd hand drawn illustrations that Edward Lear drew himself.

Ideal for kids 8 years and up.