FOOD IN TRAVEL

 IF to her eyes' bright lustre I were blind,

No longer would they serve my life to gild.


The will of destiny must be fulfilid,--
This knowing, I withdrew with sadden'd mind.


No further happiness I now could find:

The former longings of my heart were still'd;

I sought her looks alone, whereon to build
My joy in life,--all else was left behind.


Wine's genial glow, the festal banquet gay,

Ease, sleep, and friends, all wonted pleasures glad

 I spurn'd, till little there remain'd to prove.


Now calmly through the world I wend my way:

That which I crave may everywhere be had,

 With me I bring the one thing needful--love.


 1807?8.

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