I Have A Great Mind To Believe

I Am Ashes Where Once I Was Fire.

I Doubt Sometimes Whether A Quiet And Unagitated Life Would Have Suited Me - Yet I Sometimes Long For It.

And Life 's Enchanted Cup But Sparkles Near The Brim.

My Days Are In The Yellow Leaf; The Flowers And Fruits Of Love Are Gone; The Worm, The Canker, And The Grief, Are Mine Alone!

Pleasure's A Sin, And Sometimes Sin's A Pleasure.