A spirit from the cup that fills the brain
With teeming images of love and power,
And high desires ’tis impotent to gain?
CIX
Protean life which man doth vain pursue
From youth’s green meads to age’s mountains blue—
The painted fly a breathless child doth chase—
Through all its changing shapes to change but true:
CX
This quivering bubble, dyed with every stain