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AN INVOCATION

Come, Love, as in the golden days
When I was child and thou wast king;
Come, poet-wreathed with Lesbian bays,
And touch each common thing
To heaven by the waving of thy wing.
And crown the crimson wine of life
With roses of celestial birth,
And bid the banquet-hall be rife
With strains unheard on earth,
And sadness sweeter than the songs of mirth.