Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For NATnature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, To me was all in all I cannot paint Their colors and their forms, were then 80 An appetite; a feeling and a love, And all its aching joys are now no more, Have followed; for such loss, I would be lieve, Abundant recompense. learned Suffer my genial spirits to decay: The language of my former heart, and My former pleasures in the shooting lights For I have Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear sister! and this prayer I To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing often make, 120 |