Fill for me a brimming
And in it let me drown my soul:
But put therein some drug,
To Banish Women from my mind:
For I want not the stream
That fills the mind with—fond desiring,
But I want as deep a
As e'er from Lethe's wave was quaff'd;
From my despairing heart to
The Image of the fairest
That e'er my reveling eyes beheld,
That e'er my wandering fancy spell'd.
In vain! away I cannot
The melting softness of that face,
The beaminess of those bright eyes,
That breast—earth's only Paradise.
My sight will never more be blest;
For all I see has lost its zest:
Nor with delight can I explore,
The Classic page, or Muse's lore.
Had she but known how beat my heart,
And with one smile reliev'd its smartI should have felt a sweet relief,
I should have felt ``the joy of grief.''Yet as the Tuscan mid the
Of Lapland dreams on sweet Arno,
Even so for ever shall she
The Halo of my Memory.
