WRITTEN AT ATHENS, JANUARY 16, 1810.

The spell is broke, the charm is flown!

Thus is it with Life's fitful fever:

We madly smile when we should groan;

Delirium is our best deceiver.

Each lucid interval of thought

Recalls the woes of Nature's charter;

And He that acts as wise men ought,

But lives—as Saints have died—a martyr.

[MS. M. First published, Childe Harold, 1812 (4to).]