[Poems by Wilde in] Richard Henry Wilde His Life and Selected Poems |
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[Come! come to us hither! the goblet is flowing]
Excepto, quòd non simul esses caetera laetus.
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Come! come to us hither! the goblet is flowing,
And Wit dropping sparks like the sun-shine in showers
And warm hearts have met, and bright glances are glowing,
The moon's shining softly, the summer breeze blowing
And odours and melody round us are throwing
Their spell, 'till our souls seem all music and flowers!
And Wit dropping sparks like the sun-shine in showers
And warm hearts have met, and bright glances are glowing,
The moon's shining softly, the summer breeze blowing
And odours and melody round us are throwing
Their spell, 'till our souls seem all music and flowers!
O come to us hither! the moments are flying,
The longest of lives has not many such hours;
The goblet is sinking—the South wind is sighing—
The moon-beams are waning—the night flowers dying—
O come to us hither! we'll take no denying
Your pleasure is all that's now wanting to ours!
The longest of lives has not many such hours;
The goblet is sinking—the South wind is sighing—
The moon-beams are waning—the night flowers dying—
O come to us hither! we'll take no denying
Your pleasure is all that's now wanting to ours!
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