Oh! to dwell in sands of time,
and not to be thine host.
Oh, to keep thy true love's fall,
and be subtler so to most.
Oh! to grant thy sweet unrest,
and with it mesh thy pain.
Oh, to help thow sorrow's womb,
and then to but refrain...
Oh, to find thy hearts content,
and bury it with oil!
Oh! to find that one true thing,
which will never, ever spoil.