"Heu! Quanto minus est cum reliquis versari, quam tui meminisse!" HAVING known Love, all its unmeasured heights, All its unfathomed depths, I go my way, In full content that these supreme delights Come not, like meaner pleasures, day by day. Such lesser joys I yielded with few tears, Reserving nought, paying Lovers perfect price: Shall I bewail my thirty desert years, I, who have lived three days in Paradise? Nay, smile not, friend! I know not which is best, Plucked rosebud, or remembered asphodel, A mortal wife, or an Olympian guest: Well hast thou chosen; but I, too, chose well. |