'Twould seem the world were large enough to hold Both me and thee: But now I find in space by thee controlled No room for me. We portioned all between us, as was fair; That time is past; And now I would recover my lost share, Which still thou hast. For that old love on which we both did live, -- Keep it who can! Yet give me back the love I used to give To God and man. Give me my young ambition, -- my fresh fire Of high emprize; Give me the sweet indefinite desire That lit mine eyes: -- Give me my sense of pleasure; -- give me all My range of dreams; Give me my power at sunset to recall The noontide's beams; If not my smiles, at least give back my tears, And leave me free To weep that all which man and nature cheers Is lost with thee! |