(1674.) I Have Desired, And I Have Been Desired; But Now The Days Are Over Of Desire, Now Dust And Dying Embers Mock My Fire; Where Is The Hire For Which My Life Was Hired? Oh Vanity Of Vanities, Desire! Longing And Love, Pangs Of A Perished Pleasure, Longing And Love, A Disenkindled Fire, And Memory A Bottomless Gulf Of Mire, And Love A Fount Of Tears Outrunning Measure; Oh Vanity Of Vanities, Desire! Now From My Heart, Love'S Deathbed, Trickles, Trickles, Drop By Drop Slowly, Drop By Drop Of Fire, The Dross Of Life, Of Love, Of Spent Desire; Alas, My Rose Of Life Gone All To Prickles, - Oh Vanity Of Vanities, Desire! Oh Vanity Of Vanities, Desire; Stunting My Hope Which Might Have Strained Up Higher, Turning My Garden Plot To Barren Mire; Oh Death-Struck Love, Oh Disenkindled Fire, Oh Vanity Of Vanities, Desire!