Parerga/Into Cold Indifference

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INTO COLD INDIFFERENCE.

Into cold indifference  I strive to curb my soul:Love's embitter'd vehemenceEvery feeling's turbulence  Thus I might controul.
All unagitatedly  On its azure wayMoves along each placid star,Beautifully regular;  Passionless are they.
Thus the Mind would shape its course  With purpose firm and high;But, alas, the vain endeavour!The Heart, the Heart is human ever;   It must love or die.
What has Love bestow'd on thee?  Evanescent joy,But a long-enduring anguish,Memories no time may vanquish,  No resolve destroy.
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High the summer-grass is waving O'er the Loved One's head.Oh that showers of bitter weepingCould revive the pale flower sleeping In that lowly bed!
Is the dreary lesson vain? Does sensation clingFor fresh tortures to thy bosom?Must again Love's poison-blossom From the sear'd branch spring?
Yes, the old familiar feeling Re-asserts its reign:Unresisting, unreflecting,Only Apathy rejecting, Let me love again
In its native skies the Spirit Starry calm may know;But a flower-like alternation,Now delight, now desolation, Blend its doom below.
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