"CONVIVIO
from Myricae
O guest of life, the hour is nigh.
Let crimson wine in goblets gleam;
you, neither craving more, nor sated quite,
forsake the festive dream.
Let chandeliers with golden light ablaze,
the rose and thyme of Hymettus sweetly scent,
and round the board, a smiling, cherished haze
of heads be gently bent:
arise, and… Sad, above the laden board,
of dying lamps, the mournful, soaring flight,
lugubrious, long! Sad wandering in the shade,
alone, the last in sight!"
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