What should I be
but just what I am?

“Song of a Second AprilAPRIL this year, not otherwiseThan April of a year agoIs …”

“Relaxing me from head to feetLove masters me, the bitter sweetO'er thy limbs br…”

“There are a hundred places where I fearTo go,--so with his memory they brim!And…”

“The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days…”