When I Reflect How Little I Have Done, And Add To That How Little I Have Seen, Then Furthermore How Little I Have Won Of Joy, Or Good, How Little Known, Or Been: I Long For Other Life More Full, More Keen, And Yearn To Change With Such As Well Have Run - Yet Reason Mocks Me - Nay, The Soul, I Ween, Granted Her Choice Would Dare To Change With None; No, - Not To Feel, As Blondel When His Lay Pierced The Strong Tower, And Richard Answered It - No, - Not To Do, As Eustace On The Day He Left Fair Calais To Her Weeping Lit - No, - Not To Be, Columbus, Waked From Sleep When His New World Rose From The Charm'D Deep.