XLI + 

Fresh aspirations I have known, + 

I am acquainted with fresh care, + 

Hopeless are all the first, I own, + 

Yet still remains the old despair. + 

Illusions, dream, where, where your sweetness? + 

Where youth (the proper rhyme is fleetness)? + 

And is it true her garland bright + 

At last is shrunk and withered quite? + 

And is it true and not a jest, + 

Not even a poetic phrase, + 

That vanished are my youthful days + 

(This joking I used to protest), + 

Never for me to reappear⁠— + 

That soon I reach my thirtieth year? + 