There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!
There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
Yon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native land-Good Night!
By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies.
Yet I did love thee to the last, As ferverently as thou, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now.