Discouragement.
VILLIERS DE L’ISLE-ADAM
Athwart the unclean ages whirled
To solitary woods sublime,
Oh! had I first beheld this world
Alone and free in Nature’s prime!
When on its loveliness first seen
Eve cast her pure blue eyes abroad:
When all the earth was fresh and green,
And simple Man believed in God!
When sacred accents, vibrating
Beneath the naked sun and sky,
Rose from each new-created thing
To hail the Lord of Life on high;
I would have learned and lived in hope
And loved! For in those vanished days,
Faith wandered on the mountain-slope...
But now the world has changed her ways:
Our feet, less free, less fugitive,
Tread beaten tracks from shore to shore...
Alas! what is the life we live?
—A dream of days that are no more!