S' I' Avessi Creduto. Had I But Earlier Known That From The Eyes Of That Bright Soul That Fires Me Like The Sun, I Might Have Drawn New Strength My Race To Run, Burning As Burns The Phoenix Ere It Dies; Even As The Stag Or Lynx Or Leopard Flies To Seek His Pleasure And His Pain To Shun, Each Word, Each Smile Of Her Would I Have Won, Flying Where Now Sad Age All Flight Denies. Yet Why Complain? For Even Now I Find In That Glad Angel'S Face, So Full Of Rest, Health And Content, Heart'S Ease And Peace Of Mind Perchance I Might Have Been Less Simply Blest, Finding Her Sooner: If 'Tis Age Alone That Lets Me Soar With Her To Seek God'S Throne.