He who hath loved hath borne a vassal's chain,
And worn the royal purple of a king;
Hath shrunk beneath the icy winter's sting.
Then reveled in the golden summer's reign;
He hath within the dust and ashes lain,
Then soared o'er mountains on an eagles wing;
A hut hath slept in, worn with wandering,
And hath been lord of castle-towers in Spain.

He who hath loved hath starved in begger's cell,
Then in Aladdin's jeweled chariot driven;
He hath with passion roamed a demon fell,
And had an angel's raiment to him given;
His resless soul hath burned with flames of hell,
And winged through ever-blooming fields of heaven.