Alas, that now no more/ The arm-chair or the pulpit will be filled / With that kind presence--keen attention thrilled / By tales of "men and cities," or the lore / Of those book-depths from which thou knew'st so well / To mix for mind and heart an oenomel.
So, to come back to the drinking / Of this Cyprus, -- it is well, / But those memories, to my thinking, / Make a better oenomel ...