TOM Love, too frequently betrayed for some plausible desire or the world's enchanted fire. Still, thy traitor, in his sleep renews the vow he did not keep. Weeping, he kneels before thy wounded shade. Love, my sorrow and my shame, though thou daily be forgot, Goddess, oh forget me not. Lest I perish, oh be nigh, in my darkest hour that l, dying, may call upon thy sacred name.