THE KH'EK REVISITED 389
I live like one that doubts of joy —
Ne'er grasp at bliss, but lightly touch ; The man, grown wiser than the boy,
True pleasure finds in " not too much."
Flow unadmired, then, at my feet;
Of my old raptures I've repented ; Henceforth, O never seem more sweet
Than just enough to seem contented.
Yet, though my ecstasies are o'er,
Love now is from delusion free, And this calm joy approves thee more
Than though my tears should liU the sea.
Fair as of old, still freshly tlov/
Unchanged, while I, with each new morrow, Will hear thy wild voice laugh at woe.
And charm away all sense of sorrow.
And now farewell, till coming Night
Upon thy breast shall softly sigh. And for her brother's dying light
Weep silent tears of dew, while I,
Who love ye both, will shed no tears.
Ah, not in rain life's sun must set ! I can but watch with you. Long ye.irs
Have dried the fountains of regret —
Taught me to bear, and to forget.
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