As if they would forget the dash
Of billows, and could pass away
From earthly sorrows as from earth;
If not one shorn, but sunny ray,
Leaps out like a stray thought of mirth;
If heaven looks sad, and seas look dull,
And nature’s beauty is a blank—
I feel as if my heart were full
Of waters from oblivion drank;
For I forget, like flowers, the hue