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...BUNKER HILL by GEORGE HENRY CALVERT NATURES COOK by MARGARET LUCAS CAVENDISH TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING TO THE WARS by RICHARD LOVELACE ELEGY BEFORE DEATH by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE EUMENIDES: CHORUS by AESCHYLUS COLONIAL SET by ALFRED GOLDSWORTHY BAILEY THE WORD by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS |