Oh, gain were indeed to see above
Supremacy ever—to move, remove,
Not reach—aspire yet never attain
To the object aimed at! Scarce in vain,—
As each stage I left nor touched again.
To suffer, did pangs bring the loved one bliss,
Wring knowledge from ignorance,—just for this—
To add one drop to a love-abyss!
Enough: for you doubt, you hope, O men,
You fear, you agonize, die: what then?