And now upon his grey skull kingdom,

A moon i" death's abyss,

He seeks the tinge of carnelian rare

To draw herfourth in kiss

He cannot die as Hercules died and rise

Again for her

And there no seasons wax or wane

No ritual for Albina

Ah - does he crawl within his Hades ofdry

Grey dust, a dreamer's doom,

For her, for Her! Does not death's world Afford such men a brighter tomb?

For he didfully quaff his wine and do

Good justice to the day

Though stale men speak ofhim not I wonder what the gods might say?