Because of the fullness of what I had
  All that I have seems void and vain.
If I had not been happy I were not sad;
  Though my salt is savorless, why complain?

From the ripe perfection of what was mine,
  All that is mine seems worse than naught;
Yet I know as I sit in the dark and pine,
  No cup could be drained which had not been fraught.

From the throb and thrill of a day that was,
  The day that now is seems dull with gloom;
Yet I bear its dullness and darkness because
  'Tis but the reaction of glow and bloom.

From the royal feast which of old was spread
  I am starved on the diet which now is mine;
Yet I could not turn hungry from water and bread,
  If I had not been sated on fruit and wine.