Af ter-Sensations

Af ter-Sensations

WHEN the vine again is blowing,

Then the wine moves in the cask[152]；

When the rose again is glowing,

Wherefore should I feel oppress’d?

Down my cheeks run tears all-burning,

If I do,or leave my task;

I but feel a speechless[153]yearning，

That pervades my inmost breast.

But at length I see the reason,

When the question I would ask：

’Twas in such a beauteous season,

Doris glowed to make me blest!

1797.