| Edwin Arlington Robinson (18691935). Collected Poems. 1921. |
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| II. The Children of the Night |
| 3. Three Quatrains |
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I AS long as Fames imperious music rings | |
| Will poets mock it with crowned words august; | |
| And haggard men will clamber to be kings | |
| As long as Glory weighs itself in dust. | |
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II Drink to the splendor of the unfulfilled, | 5 |
| Nor shudder for the revels that are done: | |
| The wines that flushed Lucullus are all spilled, | |
| The strings that Nero fingered are all gone. | |
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III We cannot crown ourselves with everything, | |
| Nor can we coax the Fates for us to quarrel: | 10 |
| No matter what we are, or what we sing, | |
| Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel. | |
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