SATIETY

The heart of the rose — how sweet

Its fragrance to drain,

Till the greedy brain

Reels and grows faint

With the garnered scent,

Reels as a dream on its silver feet.

Sweet thus to drain — then to sleep:

For, beware how you stay

Till the joy pass away,

And the jaded brain

Seeketh fragrance in vain,

And hates what it may not reap.