All love may be forgotten? Years of thought,
Long faithful watchings, looks of tenderness,
That changed not, though to change be this world’s law—
Shall they not flush thy cheek with shame, whose blood
Marks e’en like branding iron? to thy sick heart
Make death a want, as sleep to weariness?
Doth not all hope end thus? or e’en at best,
Will they not leave thee? far from thee seek room
For the o’erflowings of their fiery souls
On life’s wide ocean? Give the bounding steed