Book Iv., Chap. Xi.

My grief no mortals know,

Except the yearning! Alone, a prey to woe,

All pleasure spurning, Up tow'rds the sky I throw

A gaze discerning.

He who my love can know

Seems ne'er returning; With strange and fiery glow

My heart is burning. My grief no mortals know,

Except the yearning! -----