Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?

And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower.

I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.

The folly of all follies is to be love sick for a shadow.

The year is dying in the night.

So now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hate I feel so free and so clear By the loss of that dead weight