Collegia – Ode 64: Epistle to a Passer-by


(For A.W.K.)

You passed me by
With but a fluttering glance,
Yet in your eye
Did sunbeams dance;
And oh, I wish that you would pass again;
You cheered my heart only to give it pain!

In sober garb
You seemed an angel of light,
White silver barb
That pierces the night;
You chased the shadows and my gloom away
Yet dealt to me a mortal wound that day.

Oh, could I dwell
For ever in your heart!
It is not well
That we thus part;
O prithee, pass again, and this time smile,
That I may joy recapture, lost awhile!

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