Valour and Hope are my henchmen; I am the Angel of Rest. 'I am life, I am wealth, I am fame : Of shining and generous dreams; 'Come, sit with me, ye that are lonely, Ye that are paid with disdain, Ye that are chained and would soar ! I am friendship, the comforter; I am that which forgives and forgets.' The Spirit of Wine Sang in my heart, and I triumphed XLII A WINK from Hesper, falling Across the miles between us I send you sigh for sigh. Good-night, sweet friend, good-night: Till life and all take flight, Never good-bye. One sees how it ends. A woman looks Or a man tells lies, Enchant no more And so it ends Friends . . old friends |