I would taste oblivion's wine, Eager only to divine Whether it in truth may bring Respite from remembering. Life the chaplet from my hair -- Gone are hands that placed it there! Shred the leaves and break the stem Of this futile diadem! Lay aside my robes of state; Lights are dim, the hour grows late; Better now that I should be Freed from useless panoply. Bid the single guest come in, I am ready to begin. Hasten this last toast of mine -- Let me drain oblivion's wine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ORDER FOR A PICTURE by ALICE CARY WITCH-WIFE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE STEALING OF THE MARE; AN ARABIC EPIC OF THE TENTH CENTURY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT STANDING ON TIPTOE by GEORGE FREDERICK CAMERON THE LIFE-FORCE by RHYS CARPENTER |