Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.
Siro DelmonicoSamuel Ward
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For years the daily feasts purveyed
Of wayfarers from every mart,
The Paladins of every trade.
The halls he strolled through yestere’en,
And mantles high the wine that spurs
The revellers by him unseen.
One leader drops, another comes;
On flows the dance,—a stream of joy
Staccatoed by the muffled drums
Of mourning friends and chanting priests.
Ah! there are other banquets spread
Than Siro’s memorable feasts.