But I have drunk enough of life—
The cup assign’d to me
Dash’d with a little sweet at best,
So scantily, so scantily—
To know full well that all the rest
More bitterly, more bitterly,
Drugg’d to the last will be.
And I may live to pain some heart
That kindly cares for me:
To pain, but not to bless, O Death!