5.

Oh, could I feel as I have felt,—or be what I have been,

Or weep as I could once have wept, o'er many a vanished scene;

As springs in deserts found seem sweet, all brackish though they be,

So, midst the withered waste of life, those tears would flow to me.

March, 1815.

[First published, Poems, 1816.]

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