Ah! Faith, I'd barter all I own to know But one brief moment of your magic charm, Whereby my spirit freed from earthly woe, Might spread its wings towards immortal calm. Is there no wisdom but it steals our peace? No knowledge but it leads us to unrest? My mind is weary, and would seek release From thoughts terrestrial; those indeed are blessed Upon whose hearts all simple holy things Fall without question, as a drop of dew Lights on a rose, and, though she gently swings, Falls not to earth! ah! rose, if I were you, I would thrice bless your dumbness, since thereby Your fragrant lips may never question why. |