I asked for water and they brought me wine;
Wine in a jewelled chalice, where the gold
Gleamed thro’ the purple beads, as if unrolled —
One saw the sun-rays of a life-time shine.
So drinking, I forgot my dream divine
Of crystal purity, for in my hold
Were wealth and Fame and Passions manifold
Which with the draught I fancied might be mine.
“Ah, Youth,” I said, “Ah, Faith and Love!” I said;
“These are but broken lances in the strife!
What shall remain when all these things are sped?”
Then crashed the dream. I clutched the hand of Fate
Amid the ruins of my shattered life,
And found the Gods had cheated, all too late.