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Regret.
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REGRET.
IV. 76.
Not ye regret I, of spring my years,
In dreams gone by of hopeless love;
Not ye regret I, О mysteries of nights,
By songstress passionate celebrated;
Not ye, regret I, О my faithless friends
Nor crowns of feasts, nor cups of circle,
Nor ye regret I, О traitresses young—
To pleasures melancholy stranger am I.
But where are ye, О moments tender
Of young my hopes, of heartfelt peace?
The former heat and grace of inspiration?
Come again, О ye, of spring my years!
