The sickness of desire, that in dark days br Looks on the imagination of despair, br Forgetteth man, and stinteth God his praise; br Nor but in sleep findeth a cure for care. br Incertainty that once gave scope to dream br Of laughing enterprise and glory untold, br Is now a blackness that no stars redeem, br A wall of terror in a night of cold. br Fool! thou that hast impossibly desired br And now impatiently despairest, see br How nought is changed: Joy's wisdom is attired br Splendid for others' eyes if not for thee: br Not love or beauty or youth from earth is fled: br If they delite thee not, 'tis thou art dead.