 | Poems by William Wetmore Story |  |
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THE END OF THE BANQUET.
Farewell, my friends!—I hear the call
I cannot but obey;—
Farewell! for I must leave you all,
Had I the wish to stay.
I cannot but obey;—
Farewell! for I must leave you all,
Had I the wish to stay.
And yet—forgive me—I rejoice,
For I am old and tired;—
Worn by the talk, the lights, the noise,
And all I once desired.
For I am old and tired;—
Worn by the talk, the lights, the noise,
And all I once desired.
After a time life's very best
Begins to stale and pall:
I go to silence and to rest,
And so—Farewell to all!
Begins to stale and pall:
I go to silence and to rest,
And so—Farewell to all!
| Poems by William Wetmore Story | |