No more!
To watch, in dying hope, affection’s wane,
To see the beautiful from life depart,
To wear impatiently a secret chain,
To waste the untold riches of the heart—
No more!
Through long, long years to seek, to strive, to yearn
For human love[387]—and never quench that thirst;
To pour the soul out, winning no return,
O’er fragile idols, by delusion nursed—