They know not Love who love to range

They know not Love who love to range:
As who would sip from wine to wine
Loses all taste in his exchange,
And sups at length with Circe's swine.

Love's self comprised the world at first;
But, grown monotonous, Desire
(With itch of restlessness accurst)
Began the outer world to admire.

Might I but Cleopatra know —
Whose varied charms no use could stale:
So, sounding love from high to low,
From low to high, complete the scale.

Yet, Helen! I would meet thy smiles,
And clasp Aspasia to my heart;
Then Sappho's frenzy, Lais' wiles,
Experience, proving every part.

Fool! Change itself content debars:
In seeking all thou hast not One.
Who shuts out light, to see the stars,
May see them, but has lost the sun.