Non Sum Qualis eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae

I Am Not What I Was Under the Reign of Good Cynara
Ernest Dowson

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.