I HAVE ROAMED THE WORLD OVER.
I
I have roam'd the world over, to moisten my lip
With the Lethe that banishes care,
I have sought Pleasure's banquet halls, eager to sip
The draught that invited me there.
But I could not forget thee! my features were flush'd
By the cup I so madly had drain'd,
Yet still though the voice of my sorrow was hush'd,
Its feeling acutely remain'd.
II
So I flew from the mansions of mirth in disgust,
And to Learning's dim cloister I turn'd,
Unwearied I drew, from oblivion's dark dust,
Her stores while my midnight lamp burn'd.
But I could not forget thee! tho' wildly I rush'd
To each volume my dark cell contain'd,
For still though the voice of my sorrow was hush'd,
Its feeling acutely remain'd.
