“All those who seek me only, most I fly;”
Lastly, when you my hidden sense descry,
You’ll own that for my sake you pondered long
The countless changes, that to me belong.
Such am I as a whole—but for one part,—
The youth invokes me when he feels love’s dart;
The Swiss, when exiled from his native vales,
Hears me with anguish, and his fate bewails;
New zest I add to scandal’s busy hour;
And adverse winds and tides confess my power;