Spirit of Delight！
Wherefore hast thou left me now
Many a day and night？
Many a weary night and day
'Tis since thou art fled away.
How shall ever one like me
Win thee back again？
With the joyous and the free
Thou wilt scoff at pain.
Spirit false！ thou hast forgot
All but those who need thee not.
As a lizard with the shade
Of a trembling leaf
Thou with sorrow art dismay'd；
Even the sighs of grief
Reproach thee that thou art not near
And reproach thou wilt not hear.
Let me set my mournful ditty
To a merry measure；
Thou wilt never come for pity
Thou wilt come for pleasure：
Pity then will cut away
Those cruel wings and thou wilt stay.
I love all that thou lovest
Spirit of Delight！
The fresh earth in new leaves drest
And the starry night；
Autumn evening and the morn
When the golden mists are born.
I love snow and all the forms
Of the radiant frost；
I love waves and winds and storms
Everything almost
Which is Nature's and may be
Untainted by man's misery.
I love tranquil solitude
And such society
As is quiet wise and good；
Between thee and me
What diff'rence？ but thou dost possess
The things I seek not love them less.
I love Love—though he has wings
And like light can flee
But above all other things
Spirit I love thee—
Thou art love and life！ O come！
Make once more my heart thy home！