Let's drink! Let's dance. It's time, past time,
To fit the seats for guests divine,
Enrich the feast with finest wine,
To guide the Caecuban, a crime
Before, beneath its ancient shrine.
Our crazed collapse a queen aspires
With men perverted, vile and queer.
When drunk she dreams success is near.
One ship alone escapes the fires.
Now light reveals a clearer fear.
For Caesar speeds with swiftest oars,
As hawk against a pigeon slow,
Or hunter tracking hare in snow.
So seeks she distant foreign shores
To flee the yoke, the Roman show.
She gazes at her humbled hall.
She bids, resolved, her features calm,
The snakes to crawl. No woman's qualm
As vipers strike. A noble's fall
Disdains the chains and triumph's palm.