What heartache -- ne'er a hill! br Inexorable, vapid, vague and chill br The drear sand-levels drain my spirit low. br With one poor word they tell me all they know; br Whereat their stupid tongues, to tease my pain, br Do drawl it o'er again and o'er again. br They hurt my heart with griefs I cannot name: br Always the same, the same. br br Nature hath no surprise, br No ambuscade of beauty 'gainst mine eyes br From brake or lurking dell or deep defile; br No humors, frolic forms -- this mile, that mile; br No rich reserves or happy-valley hopes br Beyond the bend of roads, the distant slopes. br Her fancy fails, her wild is all run tame: br Ever the same, the same.