 | The poems of Edmund Clarence Stedman |  |
INSCRIPTIONS
I
That border land 'twixt Day and Night be mine,And choice companions gathered there to dine,
With talk, song, mirth, soup, salad, bread, and wine.
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II
At set of sun one lone star rules the skies,Night spreads a feast the day's long toil has won:
Eat, drink,—enough, no more,—and speak, ye wise,
Speak—but enough, no more, at set of sun!
| The poems of Edmund Clarence Stedman | |