From The Spanish Of Placido

Enough of love!

Let break its every hold!      Ended my youthful folly! for I know      That, like the dazzling, glister-shedding snow,    Celia, thou art beautiful, but cold.    I do not find in thee that warmth which glows,      Which, all these dreary days, my heart has sought,      That warmth without which love is lifeless, naught    More than a painted fruit, a waxen rose.    Such love as thine, scarce can it bear love's name,      Deaf to the pleading notes of his sweet lyre,    A frank, impulsive heart I wish to claim,      A heart that blindly follows its desire.    I wish to embrace a woman full of flame,      I want to kiss a woman made of fire.