Aenitharmon

5:15PM - The Absinthe Drinker

Gently I wave the visible worlds away. Far off, I hear a roar, afar yet near, Far off and strange, a voice is in my ear, And is the voice my own? the words I say Fall strangely, like a dream, across the day; And dim sunshine is a dream. How clear, New as the world to lover's eyes, appear The men and women passing on their way! The world is very fair. The hours are all Linked in a very fair. The hours are all Linked in a dance of mere forgetfulness. I am at peace with God and man. O glide Sands of the hour-glass that I count not, fall Serenely; scarce I feel your soft caress, Rocked on this dreamy and indifferent tide.

Arthur Symonds (1865-1945)