Queen Dawn, in immortality doth bask


    πότνια αὔως,

    QUEEN Dawn, in immortality doth bask 
    Tithonus ; youth for him thou did'st not ask ; 
    He lives in never-fading age apart: 
    Dione's child, less careful in her joy, 
    Spent her wild passion on a mortal boy, 
    Then watched him dying with a broken heart. 

    O Queen of Love, I blame thee not; 
    The sweet things of a mortal's lot 
    Are these : to win the rapture and to lose ; 
    To learn the morrow brings not back to-day ; 
    To bind the cup with roses while we may, 
    To drink, or die athirst if we refuse.