Be tranquil, Dellius, I pray; br For though you pine your life away br With dull complaining breath, br Or speed with song and wine each day-- br Still, still your doom is death. br br Where the white poplar and the pine br In glorious arching shade combine br And the brook singing goes, br Bid them bring store of nard and wine br And garlands of the rose. br br Let's live while chance and youth obtain-- br Soon shall you quit this fair domain br Kissed by the Tiber's gold, br And all your earthly pride and gain br Some heedless heir shall hold. br br One ghostly boat shall some time bear br From scenes of mirthfulness or care br Each fated human soul!-- br Shall waft and leave his burden where br The waves of Lethe roll. br br So come, I pri' thee, Dellius, mine-- br Let's sing our songs and drink our wine br In that sequestered nook br Where the white poplar and the pine br Stand listening to the brook.