Do I neglect thy comforts?”—
“O! not thou,
But art thyself uncomfortable now;
And ’tis from thee and from thy looks I gain
This painful knowledge—’tis my Brother’s pain; 290
And yet, that something in my spirit lives,
Something that spleen excites and sorrow gives,
I may confess—for not in thee I trace
Alone this change, it is in all the place.
Smile if thou wilt in scorn, for I am glad