Is there not something in this shattered frame
Like to that—
P. No! not like it, but the same;
That eye so brilliant, and that smile so gay,
Are lighted up, and sparkle through decay.
But may I question? Will you that allow?
There was a difference, and there must be now; 60
And yet, permitted, I would gladly hear
What must have pass’d in many a troubled year.