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Shall we forget how, in our day,

The Sabine fields about us lay

In amaranth and asphodel,

And bubbling, cold Bandusian well,

Fair Pyrrhas haunting every way?

In dells of forest faun and fay,

Moss-lounged within the fountain's spray,

How drained we wines too rare to tell,

Shall we forget?

The fine Falernian or the ray

Of fiery Cæcuban, while gay

We heard Bacchantes shout and yell,

Filled full of Bacchus, and so fell

To dreaming of some Lydia;

Shall we forget?

If we forget in after years,

My comrade, all the hopes and fears

That hovered all our walks around

When ent'ring on that mystic ground

Of ghostly legends, where one hears

By bandit towers the chase that nears

Thro' cracking woods, the oaths and cheers

Of demon huntsman, horn and hound;

If we forget.

Lenora's lover and her tears,

Fierce Wallenstein, satanic sneers

Of the red devil Goethe bound, —

Why then, forsooth, they soon are found

In burly stoops of German beers,

If we forget!