Happiness

Wing-Footed! thou abid'st with himThat asks it not: but he who hathWatched o'er the waves thy fading pathWill never more on ocean's rim,At morn or eve, behold returningThy high-heaped canvas shoreward yearning:Thou only teachest us the coreAnd inmost meaning of No More,Thou, who first showest us thy faceTurned o'er the shoulder's parting grace,And whose sad footprints we can traceAway from every mortal door!