Dancers we see,Spreading themselves amain
But one of them stumbles and shuffles there still,
With hollow eyes. and grinning all;They bade him taste the fare.
Hurrah!And as we've ended feast and strain,The cup we'll to the bottom drain;No dregs must there remain!
'Tis thus my days are pass'd;And all keep tune with me,And move in harmony,
With the veil that o'er her had been spread,With the carpet, shield his love from harm;
I would I were old,And wrinkled and cold,So that if thou said'st No,I could stand such a blow!I would I were old,And wrinkled and cold.
How far from hence?
They celebrate with palms;With reverence bows each holy man,
Of my joys the partner dear!Mindful, though, of sorrows past,
That which my inward, outward sense proclaims,
Pathways so hazyInto the year!
There stood I fix'd, in mute despair;
Thunder more fearfully! Strike!--Stay--thy fierce lightnings withhold!Hurl at me thy quivering bolt! In the darkness of midnight