To make my days impatient with unrest, To filch the quiet of the dark's repose, Seeking forever what my soul well knows Is ever far beyond my farthest quest;-- So this is love; swift joys and lingering woes, A wistful kiss beneath the ashen west, Farewell and greeting, mouth to mouth once pressed, And then the empty darkness onward flows. The heights that I have won do not endure, They shrink beneath the stars I yearn to win, The triumphs of my pa**ion only lure My vagrant feet to tread the verge of sin; Though well I know that when I fall thereover, Love will fly hence; the loved one and the lover.