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, no! I have not one, Hope’s sweet toil with me is done; One by one have flitted by, All the rainbows of the sky. Not a star could now unfold Aught I once wished to be told. What have I to seek of thee? Not a wish remains for me.

Let the soldier pause to ask, Honour on his glorious task; Let the parting sailor crave A free wild wind across the wave; Let the maiden pause to frame Blessings on some treasured name; Let them breathe their hopes in thee, Not a wish remains for me. Not a wish! beat not my heart, Thou hast bade thy dreams depart; They have past, but left behind Weary spirit, wasted mind. Ah! if this old charm were sooth, One wish yet might tax its truth; I would ask, however vain, Never more to wish again.


 * I believe that to this haunted gate, a common superstition is attached, namely, that to wish, and to have that wish fulfilled, is the result of such wish being uttered while passing.