Welcome, within my shining portals

Thus spake Circe of the amber tresses;

Wingéd words she spake,

she of the sea-deep eyes:

"Welcome, welcome within my shining portals,

To my cool halls and to my flowing wine;

Soft lyre-swept airs, the odes of the immortals,

Nectar, ambrosia, and love shall all be thine!

"Thou shalt forget thy wanderings, thy sorrows;

Thou shalt forget thine agonies, thy fears;

All yesterdays shall die and all tomorrows

Grant thy desires and dry thy bitter tears.

"Welcome, welcome within my shining portals;

Rest thee and quaff the golden chaliced wine!"