Stanzas Written in Dejection Near Naples Berthold Goldschmidt

The sun is warm, the sky is clear
The waves are dancing fast and bright
Blue isles and snowy mountains wear
The purple noon's transparent might
The breath of the moist earth is light
Around its unexpanded buds;
Like many a voice of one delight
The winds, the birds, the ocean floods
The City's voice itself, is soft like Solitude's

I see the Deep's untrampled floor
With green and purple seaweeds strown;
I see the waves upon the shore
Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown:
I sit upon thе sands alone,—
The lightning of the noontidе ocean
Is flashing round me, and a tone
Arises from its measured motion
How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion

Alas! I have nor hope nor health
Nor peace within nor calm around
Nor that content surpassing wealth
The sage in meditation found
And walked with inward glory crowned—
Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure
Others I see whom these surround—
Smiling they live, and call life pleasure;
To me that cup has been dealt in another measure