Is that all?
I was at the very zenith of earthly happiness.
On returning from the ball, I took a hasty review
of the evening I had passed, as I lay sleepless
upon my pillow . . .
all passed before me.
But, oh! I felt a deficiency I could not describe.
I sighed, and, throwing my arm over my head,
whispered to myself these expressive words,
"Is that all?"
"Whoever drinks of this water shall thirst again."