Ends at last and we two, sobered,
Look at one another, yawning.
Emptied the inflaming cup
That was filled with sensuous potions,
Foaming, almost running over–
Emptied is the flaming cup.
All the violins are silent
That impelled our feet to dancing,
To the giddy dance of passion–
Silent are the violins.
All the lanterns now are darkened
That once poured their streaming brilliance
On the masquerades and murmurs–
Darkened now are all the lanterns.

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