For I have dreamt of fame! A few short years,
And we may yet be blest.
Con. A few short years!
Less time may well suffice for death and fate
To work all change on earth; to break the ties
Which early love had form’d; and to bow down
Th’ elastic spirit, and to blight each flower
Strewn in life’s crowded path! But be it so!
Be it enough to know that happiness
Meets thee on other shores.