Cease, empty Faith, the Spectrum saith, I was, and lo, have been; I, God, am nought: a shade of thought, Which, but by darkness seen, Upon the unknown yourselves have thrown,...
Youth, that went, is come again, Youth, for which we all were fain; With soft pleasure and sweet pain In each nerve and every vein, Circling through the heart and brain, Whence and wherefore come again?...
Farewell, farewell! Her vans the vessel tries, His iron might the potent engine plies: Haste, winged words, and ere 'tis useless, tell, Farewell, farewell, yet once again, farewell. ...
Why should I say I see the things I see not? Why be and be not? Show love for that I love not, and fear for what I fear not? And dance about to music that I hear not?...
If that we thus are guilty doth appear, Ah, guilty tho' we are, grave judges, hear! Ah, yes; if ever you in your sweet youth 'Midst pleasure's borders missed the track of truth,...
When soft September brings again To yonder gorse its golden glow, And Snowdon sends its autumn rain To bid thy current livelier flow; Amid that ashen foliage light...
Dance on, dance on, we see, we see Youth goes, alack, and with it glee, A boy the old man ne'er can be; Maternal thirty scarce can find The sweet sixteen long left behind;...