You screamed at the make-believe, screamed at the sky And you finally found all your courage to let it all go

 Down the years that followed, though I trod strange paths unheeding,

Though I chased the jack-o’-lanthorns of so many maddened years,
Though I never looked behind me where the home-lights were receding,
Though I never looked enough ahead to see the Inn of Fears;
Still I knew your heart was near me...
~Reginald Wright Kauffman