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.