And each and all are fraught with power
To tell the same unflattering tale:
Of love, and faithlessness in love;
Of pain, and balm in pleasure found;
Such things in every life abound,
Nor total worthlessness need prove.
The suns that gild my path to-day
May pale to stars within the year,
What now I lightly hold grow dear,
Yet both a natural law obey.