Which gave life’s hidden treasures to mine eye,
As they lay shining in their secret founts,
Went out and left them colourless. ’Tis past—
And what remains on earth? The rainbow mist
Through which I gazed, hath melted, and my sight
Is clear’d to look on all things as they are!—
But this is far too mournful! Life’s dark gift
Hath fall’n too early and too cold upon me!—
Therefore I would go hence!
Elm. And thou hast loved