VII.
O, Love and Fate! How could she choose My rounded outlines, broader brain, And my resuscitated Muse? Some tears she shed, but whether pain Or joy in him unlocked their source, I could not fathom which, of course.
O, Love and Fate! How could she choose My rounded outlines, broader brain, And my resuscitated Muse? Some tears she shed, but whether pain Or joy in him unlocked their source, I could not fathom which, of course.