1. The Serpent Is Shut Out From Paradise. The Wounded Deer Must Seek The Herb No More In Which Its Heart-Cure Lies: The Widowed Dove Must Cease To Haunt A Bower Like That From Which Its Mate With Feigned Sighs Fled In The April Hour. I Too Must Seldom Seek Again Near Happy Friends A Mitigated Pain. 2. Of Hatred I Am Proud, - With Scorn Content; Indifference, That Once Hurt Me, Now Is Grown Itself Indifferent; But, Not To Speak Of Love, Pity Alone Can Break A Spirit Already More Than Bent. The Miserable One Turns The Mind'S Poison Into Food, - Its Medicine Is Tears, - Its Evil Good. 3. Therefore, If Now I See You Seldomer, Dear Friends, Dear Friend! Know That I Only Fly Your Looks, Because They Stir Griefs That Should Sleep, And Hopes That Cannot Die: The Very Comfort That They Minister I Scarce Can Bear, Yet I, So Deeply Is The Arrow Gone, Should Quickly Perish If It Were Withdrawn. 4. When I Return To My Cold Home, You Ask Why I Am Not As I Have Ever Been. You Spoil Me For The Task Of Acting A Forced Part In Life'S Dull Scene, - Of Wearing On My Brow The Idle Mask Of Author, Great Or Mean, In The World'S Carnival. I Sought Peace Thus, And But In You I Found It Not. 5. Full Half An Hour, To-Day, I Tried My Lot With Various Flowers, And Every One Still Said, 'She Loves Me - Loves Me Not.' And If This Meant A Vision Long Since Fled - If It Meant Fortune, Fame, Or Peace Of Thought - If It Meant, - But I Dread To Speak What You May Know Too Well: Still There Was Truth In The Sad Oracle. 6. The Crane O'Er Seas And Forests Seeks Her Home; No Bird So Wild But Has Its Quiet Nest, When It No More Would Roam; The Sleepless Billows On The Ocean'S Breast Break Like A Bursting Heart, And Die In Foam, And Thus At Length Find Rest: Doubtless There Is A Place Of Peace Where My Weak Heart And All Its Throbs Will Cease. 7. I Asked Her, Yesterday, If She Believed That I Had Resolution. One Who Had Would Ne'er Have Thus Relieved His Heart With Words, - But What His Judgement Bade Would Do, And Leave The Scorner Unrelieved. These Verses Are Too Sad To Send To You, But That I Know, Happy Yourself, You Feel Another'S Woe.