What Is Death, So It

Fare Thee Well, And If For Ever Still For Ever Fare Thee Well.

Fair Greece! Sad Relic Of Departed Worth! Immortal, Though No More! Though Fallen, Great!

Since Eve Ate The Apple, Much Depends On Dinner.

Of All Tales 'tis The Saddest--and More Sad, Because It Makes Us Smile.

The Music, And The Banquet, And The Wine-- The Garlands, The Rose Odors, And The Flowers, The Sparkling Eyes, And Flashing Ornaments-- The White Arms And The Raven Hair--the Braids, And Bracelets; Swan-like Bosoms, And The Necklace, An India In Itself, Yet Dazzling Not.