Leigh Gordon Giltner (Ли Гордон Гилтнер)

Hedonism

Since we must sleep the endless Sleep at last,
Since Life's grim juggernaut 'neath ruthless wheels
Crushes the heart; since Age like Winter steals
On Youth's fair-flowered fields with blighting blast--
Then to the gods our doubts and fears be cast!
Enough of Sorrow! Joyance is our due.
Gather the roses! Spurn th' envenomed rue.
Fling to the waiting winds the pallid past.
Steep thee in mellow moods and dear desires;
Pluck Love's flame-hearted flower ere it dies;
Cull nectared kisses sweet as morning's breath,
Warm Chastity at Passion's purple fires;
Nepenthe quaff--till drained the chalice lies.
After ... the shrouded sleep, the dreamless dark of Death.

See Euthumism

1. To Bliss Carman
2. A Challenge
3. To One Who Sleeps
4. And Yet...
5. Euthumism

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