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.