But Love's bright fount is never pure;  
  And all his pilgrims must endure  
  All passion's mighty suffering  
  Ere they may reach the blessed spring.
Title Poem - The Improvisatrice (1824)
But Love's bright fount is never pure;  
  And all his pilgrims must endure  
  All passion's mighty suffering  
  Ere they may reach the blessed spring.
Title Poem - The Improvisatrice (1824)