Calcutta nr. 185
All my agreeable friends have gone away
In the footsteps of fate one by one they are destroyed
In the fellowship of souls they were cup-companions
Two little existences before me they were drunk
For some we loved, the loveliest and the best
That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest,
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to rest.
All my sympathetic friends have left me,
One by one they have sunk low at the foot of Death.
In the fellowship of souls they were cup-companions,
A turn or two before me they became drunk.
Our comrades all from hand are long ago become;
Yea, in the track of doom, they're all laid low become:
One wine with us they drank at it life its feast and drunk,
A turn or two ere we, they have, heigho! become.
All our dear friends have from our handclasp gone,
Beneath the foot of Death fall'n one by one;
They drank with us two or three rounds before
At Life's feast and enrapt lie overthrown.