Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go.
William Blake.
CXCV
REGRETS.
Too true it is, my time of power was spent
In idly watering weeds of casual growth,
That wasted energy to desperate sloth
Declined, and fond self-seeking discontent;
That the huge debt for all that Nature lent 5
I sought to cancel, and was nothing loth