There was a time when, though my path was rough, <br /> <br /> This joy within me dallied with distress, <br /> <br />And all misfortunes were but as the stuff <br /> <br /> Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness. <br /> <br /> ('Dejection: An Ode, ' ll.76-79)<br /><br />HOWLIN' DERVISH' MYSTIC POET<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-272/
