Amid a crumbling empire’s wreck—
Flow, generous wine—and smile, ye fair!
In you the earth forgets her care.
LINES.
I live the thrall of visions! in each dream
That comes my soul in fancy’s hues to steep,
The illusion bright reality I deem,
Smile in its joys—in its mock sorrows weep.
When comes the waking hour of thought, to give
My spirit back to reason, and dispel