Heed not the shadowy hand that beckons
Across the sea of wine—
Of billowy gushing wine!’
Kenyon then added another stanza, which suggested a final verse to the American:
‘And though ’tis true they cross in pain,
Who sober cross the Stygian ferry,
Yet only make our Styx Champagne,
And we shall cross right merry,
Floating away on wine!’
‘Old Charon’s self shall make him mellow,