The Spell Is Broke, the Charm Is Flown!

The spell is broke, the charm is flown!

Thus is it with Life's fitful fever:

We madly smile when we should groan;

Delirium is our best deceiver.

Each lucid interval of thought

Recalls the woes of Nature's charter;

And _He_ that acts as _wise men ought_,

But _lives_--as Saints have died--a martyr.