The Banquet

A toast, my love, a toast, to this hansom night,

To exquisite music, and the herald of love’s delight.

Aye, let us drink to the forgetfulness of wine,

In the grand forgotten style of our Queen,

Or queen of old, Victoria—And in our keen

Remembrance hold forgotten things,

As we dine.

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