01.05.2012, 11:31
After
A REVELLER at the feast of life was I,
Full of quaint humours born of sparkling wine,
Though one grave mood, behind the rest, was mine
Even when my wild laughter pierced the sky.
I filled a crystal cup and raised it high;
A liquor cloudy-green and opaline
With gleams of crimson - 'twas a drink divine!
I drank, and cast the empty goblet by.
It made me mad; I thought the hall was fair,
The arras splendid, and our food the best;
And wondered when they spoke to me of care.
From that brief dream I woke, alone, unblessed
Even by that dread friend men term Despair
I'm weary, and I only long for rest.
A REVELLER at the feast of life was I,
Full of quaint humours born of sparkling wine,
Though one grave mood, behind the rest, was mine
Even when my wild laughter pierced the sky.
I filled a crystal cup and raised it high;
A liquor cloudy-green and opaline
With gleams of crimson - 'twas a drink divine!
I drank, and cast the empty goblet by.
It made me mad; I thought the hall was fair,
The arras splendid, and our food the best;
And wondered when they spoke to me of care.
From that brief dream I woke, alone, unblessed
Even by that dread friend men term Despair
I'm weary, and I only long for rest.