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A PROEM.
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We will drink anew of old pleasures;
In the golden chalice of song
We will pour out the wine-like treasures
Of memories hidden long.
In the golden chalice of song
We will pour out the wine-like treasures
Of memories hidden long.
Old memories, hidden but cherished,
In a heart-nook deep and calm;
They have not faded and perished
Like the old friends they embalm.
In a heart-nook deep and calm;
They have not faded and perished
Like the old friends they embalm.
We will call them forth from their darkness
As we call forth a rare old wine
Which the long rich years have mellowed
Till the flavour is divine.
As we call forth a rare old wine
Which the long rich years have mellowed
Till the flavour is divine.
In a glorious intoxication
Will we revel while such drink may last;
And dead to the leaden-houred Present,
Live in golden hours of the Past.
1854.
Will we revel while such drink may last;
And dead to the leaden-houred Present,
Live in golden hours of the Past.
1854.
