Lost while still dear, still sweet, still met by glad affection,—
An endless happiness in recollection.
And some have Love’s full cup as he doth give it—
Have it, and drink of it, and, ah,—outlive it!
Full fed by Love’s delights, o’erwearied, sated,
They die, not hungry—only suffocated.
THE CUP.
And yet, saith he, ye need but sip;
And who would die without a taste?
Just touch the goblet to the lip,