text:  Fleet Fortune was the first escaper-- The thirst for wisdom linger'd yet; But doubts with many a gloomy vapour The sun-shape of the Truth beset! The holy crown which Fame was wreathing Behold! the mean man's temples wore! And but for one short spring-day breathing Bloom'd Love--the Beautiful--no more! And ever stiller yet and ever The barren path more lonely lay Till waning Hope could scarcely quiver Along the darkly widening way