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FROM ALFRED DE MUSSET

I have lost my life, I have lost my strength
And joy, and hope that lingered long,
And, losing all, have lost at length
The spirit and the pride of song.
How quickly spent a man's desire
Falls from the mistress of his youth!
And so I loved, and so I tire
Of my last mistress, ay, of Truth.
And yet she is immortal; they
Who, ere they know her, pass away,
Have wasted foolish years:
My God, Thy creature answers Thee;
One only good remains with me,—
The memory of tears.