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Ye fellowship that sing the woods and spring,
Poets of joy that sing the day's delight, Poets of youth that 'neath the aisles of night Your flowers and sighs against the lintels fling; Who rose and myrtle in your garlands bring To marble altars, though their gods took flight Long ere your dream-shot eyes drank summer light And wine of old time myth and vintaging, Take of our praise one cup, though thin the wine That Bacchus may not bless nor Pan outpour: Though reed pipe and the lyre be names upon The wind, and moon-lit dreams be quite out-gone From ways we tread, one cup to names ye bore, One wreath from ashes of your songs we twine! Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |