Here's A Sigh To Those Who Love

The 'good Old Times' - All Times When Old Are Good.

I Am So Changeable, Being Everything By Turns And Nothing Long - Such A Strange Melange Of Good And Evil.

Gone, Glimmering Through The Dream Of Things That Were.

I Hate All Pain, Given Or Received; We Have Enough Within Us The Meanest Vassal As The Loftiest Monarch, Not To Add To Each Other's Natural Burden Of Mortal Misery.

Then Stirs The Feeling Infinite, So Felt In Solitude, Where We Are Least Alone.