In my sage moments

In my sage moments I can say,

Come not near

But far in foreign regions stay,

So that here

A mind may grow again serene and clear.

But the thought withers. Why should I

Have fear to earn me

Fame from your nearness, though thereby

Old fires new burn me,

And lastly, maybe. tear and overturn me!

So I say, Come: deign again shine

Upon this place

Even if unslackened smart be mine

From that sweet face

And I faint to a phantom past all trace.