, like the river, 
Sullied with  forever, 
A single day's  is 
Impossible, as years of bliss. 

Guilty towards me as I must deem 

My wordnetdesire  compared with other men 
What mindless  of art they seem ! 

How does he rise an angel then!  
E'en though his sword of flame consume 
My life, and devastate my doom; 
Heaven lends the one beloved Us power 
Thus to avenge each misspent hour. 

'Tis not first wordnetdesire that must endure; 

It springs but from the wordnetdesire of youth ; 
But if, with intellect mature. 
We meet the mind long sought in vain. 

 is then subdued by truth. 
And we have reason to complain. 

"What maniacs!" the many cry, 
"Are those for wordnetdesire who live or diel 
As if, when such fraU boon is reft, 
A thousand blessings were not left!" 

, though the seed 

Of every high heroic deed. 

Each pious sacrifice  its lot 

Is , from those who feel it not. 

All then is folly, if they will, 

Save their own selfish  
Of mortal life ; this nobler wordnetfear 

Is wordnetanger everywhere. 

Alasl it is my worst  
That he alone my thoughts could guess; 
Too late and vainly may he find 
That I alone CQvld V9&i hU mind. 



CORINNE; or, ITALY. 349 

Mine own should