All her soul to, if she pleases, and yet leave much as she found them;
But I'm not so, and she knew it when she fixed me, glancing round them.
II.
What? To fix me thus meant nothing? But I can't tell (there's my weakness)
What her look said!—no vile cant, sure, about "need to strew the bleakness
Of some lone shore with its pearl-seed, that the sea feels"—no "strange yearning
That such souls have, most to lavish where there's chance of least returning".
III.
Oh, we're sunk enough here, God knows! but not quite so sunk that moments,
Sure tho' seldom, are denied us, when the spirit's true endowments