Private Passions Grow Tired And Wear Themselves

Habit With It's Iron Sinews, Clasps Us And Leads Us Day By Day.

Too Much I've Seen, And Felt, And Lov'd In Life, Living I Come To Seek Lethaean Calm; Let Me, Fair Scenes! Forget All Worldly Strife, Oblivion Solely Is My Bosom's Balm.

Hence Life, As Through A Cloud, For Me I See Vanish, And To The Past's Dark Shade 'tis Chas'd; As A Grand Image Love Remains To Me-- Sole Remnant Of A Dream, By Morn Effac'd.

To Love For The Sake Of Being Loved Is Human, But To Love For The Sake Of Loving Is Angelic.

Modesty And Dew Love The Shade.