![Plea To - - - - - by Samuel Rogers](https://www.poetry.monster/wp-content/uploads/plea.jpg)
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.