III.

What sacred instinct did inspire My Soul in childhood with a hope so strong? What secret force moved my desire To expect my joy, beyond the seas, so young? Felicity I knew Was out of view; And being here alone, I saw that happiness was gone From me! For this I thirsted absent bliss, And thought that sure beyond the seas, Or else in something near at hand I knew not yet (since nought did please I knew), my bliss did stand,