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/ I. Shall we forget how, in our day, / The Sabine fields about us lay / In amaranth and asphodel, / And bubbling, cold Bandusian well, / Fair Pyrrhas haunting every way? / In dells of forest faun and fay, / Moss-lounged within the fountain's spray, / How drained we wines too rare to tell, / Shall we forget?
/ The fine Falernian or the ray / Of fiery Caecuban, while gay / We heard Bacchantes shout and yell, / Filled full of Bacchus, and so fell / To dreaming of some Lydia; / Shall we forget?