Poem: Helas!

上海龙凤shlf最新地址To drift with every passion till my soul

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Is a stringed lute on which can winds can play,

Is it for this that I have given away

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Mine ancient wisdom and austere control?

Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll

Scrawled over on some boyish holiday

With idle songs for pipe and virelay,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Which do but mar the secret of the whole.

Surely there was a time I might have trod

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The sunlit heights, and from life's dissonance

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Struck one clear chord to reach the ears of God:

Is that time dead? lo! with a little rod

上海龙凤shlf最新地址I did but touch the honey of romance -

And must I lose a soul's inheritance?