Go where I will, to me thou art the same—
A loved regret which I would not resign.
There are but two things in my destiny,—
A world to roam through, and a home with thee.
I can reduce all feelings but this one;
And that I would not;—for at length I see
Such scenes as those wherein my life begun.
The earliest—even the only paths for me—
Had I but sooner learned the crown to shun,
I had been better than I now can be;