I look upon thy face, and reason says It is the same; I hear thy voice; and, just as others do, I speak thy name. So cold am I; (O love where hast thou flown That lit my heart?) So calm am I; no more thy touch doth make My life-blood start To serve thee. Thou hast driven sweet love away. Above thy head No longer floats the glory of his wings. Eros has fled. |