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Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.

Siro Delmonico

Samuel Ward

HE lieth low whose constant art

For years the daily feasts purveyed

Of wayfarers from every mart,

The Paladins of every trade.

And yet to-night gay music stirs

The halls he strolled through yestere’en,

And mantles high the wine that spurs

The revellers by him unseen.

Le Roi est mort! Vive le Roi!

One leader drops, another comes;

On flows the dance,—a stream of joy

Staccatoed by the muffled drums

That soon for us shall mark the tread

Of mourning friends and chanting priests.

Ah! there are other banquets spread

Than Siro’s memorable feasts.