So light a touch could blunt the barbéd shaft.
“Free potions have I drank of being’s cup,
And found no bitterness; the sparkling tide
Hath grown but brighter as I quaffed it up,
And if rank weeds have sprung its rim beside,
Or serpents risen, its drops contain a spell
To blast the weed, or crush the monster fell.
“Yet one thing lack I. I have sought the flow
Of kindly sympathies, and vainly sought —
Though human hearts are with me here below