Fill for me a brimming bowl"What wondrous beauty! From this moment I efface from my mind all women." Terence’s Eunuch. Act 2. Sc. 4Fill for me a brimming bowl,And let me in it drown my soul:But put therein some drug design’dTo banish Woman from my mind.For I want not the stream inspiring,That heats the sense with lewd desiring;But I want as deep a draughtAs e’er from Lethe’s waves was quaft,From my despairing breast to charmThe image of the fairest formThat e’er my rev’ling eyes beheld,That e’er my wand’ring fancy spell’d!’Tis vain — away I cannot chaceThe melting softness of that face —The beaminess of those bright eyes —That breast, earth’s only paradise!My sight will never more be blest,For all I see has lost its zest;Nor with delight can I exploreThe classic page — the muse’s lore.Had she but known how beat my heartAnd with one smile reliev’d its smart,I should have felt a sweet relief,I should have felt "the joy of grief"!Yet as a Tuscan ’mid the snowOf Lapland thinks on sweet Arno;So for ever shall she beThe halo of my memory.