XXXIX + 

Meantime, drink deeply of the flow + 

Of frivolous existence, friends; + 

Its insignificance I know + 

And care but little for its ends. + 

To dreams I long have closed mine eyes, + 

Yet sometimes banished hopes will rise + 

And agitate my heart again; + 

And thus it is ’twould cause me pain + 

Without the faintest trace to leave + 

This world. I do not praise desire, + 

Yet still apparently aspire + 

My mournful fate in verse to weave, + 

That like a friendly voice its tone + 

Rescue me from oblivion. + 