The former longings of my heart were still'd;
I sought her looks alone, whereon to build
My joy in life,—all else was left behind.
Wine's genial glow, the festal banquet gay,
Ease, sleep, and friends, all wonted pleasures glad
I spurn'd, till little there remain'd to prove.
Now calmly through the world I wend my way:
That which I crave may everywhere be had,
With me I bring the one thing needful—love.
1807─8. ——- DEPARTURE.
WITH many a thousand kiss not yet content,