The secret draught of wine and love repressed
Are joys foundationless—then come whate’er
May come, slave to the grape I stand confessed!
Unloose, oh friend, the knot of thy heart’s care,
Despite the warning that the Heavens reveal!
For all his thought, never astronomer
That loosed the knot of Fate those Heavens conceal!
Not all the changes that thy days unfold
Shall rouse thy wonder; Time’s revolving sphere
Over a thousand lives like thine has rolled.