He said to Life— I love thee not. Depart if thou be wise ; Thou who dost haunt me with thy white, sad face, Turn from me, turn thy melancholy eyes, I must have peace, if only for a space."

Life answered him— Friend, thou art wrong, my face hath blush of bride, Gay, laughing eyes have I, and heart so calm ; Tear thou the veil of discontent aside, And thou shalt see me as I really am."