Canto LXI

Yet pity for a horse o'er-driven,

      And love in which my hound has part,

      Can hang no weight upon my heart

In its assumptions up to heaven;

And I am so much more than these,

      As thou, perchance, art more than I,

      And yet I spare them sympathy

And I would set their pains at ease.

So may'st thou watch me where I weep,

      As, unto vaster motions bound,

      The circuits of thine orbit round

A higher height, a deeper deep.